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No No No No

Well I clock in got a long shift ahead

Grab a tray tie up that apron what the manager said

Cracking jokes up at the host stand I'm just making her laugh

While the line cooks are smoking cigarettes in the back

As the doors swing open people start flooding in

Long conversations with strangers you'll probably never see again

But you hang on every word and serve them beer on tap

By the time they got to go their Michalob's gone flat

People getting acquainted tryna find common ground

You'll meet the sweetest old lady but she's new to this town