I got the chicken steak
It seemed that I should
The glass was dirty
The seat was broke
I even bit my tongue
One wonders why I was there
For that I have no answer
It seemed that I should
The shake made it better
The fancy glass did the trick
Bathing suits passed my way
I tried not to notice
Their men saw me stare
I pretended not to meet their gaze
I debated to leave a tip
It seemed that I should
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