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Well, all the dirty old men are eying her |
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I'm no better in the corner spying her |
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She bends over to pick up a rag |
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She walks my way and I can barely say |
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Now, Emily, you look so nice |
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Well, Emily, you better bring a glass of ice |
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Emily, I don't know how much of this I can take |
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I shiver, I shake |
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I make some stupid joke about the menu |
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You know how it gets so clumsy when you |
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Try to think out the next thing to say |
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But she doesn't notice and laughs anyway |
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Now, Emily, I don't want to cause a scene |
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Emily, you're the best I've ever seen |
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Well, Emily, I don't want to be another coffee break |
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I shiver, I shake |
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These lines, you must have heard them all |
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Well, everyone's lined up at the waitress call |
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Well, Emily, you got me climbing up the walls |
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Well, Emily smiles and goes on with her work |
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The next remark from the next drunken jerk |
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The same sweet smile, the same heartthrob |
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You know the whole damn act's just part of the job |
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Now, Emily, I'm sorry 'bout the ketchup drip |
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Well, Emily, I'm sorry 'bout the lousy tip |
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Well, Emily, I guess tonight I'll lay awake |
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And shiver and shake |
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Will you think of me when I'm out the door? |
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Will you think of me when you're on the floor? |
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Will you think of me, well, any more? |
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Well, Emily |
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Well, Emily |
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Well, Emily |
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Well, Emily |
