Waitress lyrics - Cloud Cult

Entranced by the waitress's skin,
I imagine we'd have a small wedding
Let's do it next Sunday!

We'll move to Canada,
Start a family
Have a cow and a chicken.
I'll write you poetry.

I'll find you on a Saturday morning,
Making love to the farmer next door...

Guess I'd rather be lonely.

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