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The Truth About Love - Stephen Cummings
The waitress was pulling on her overcoat
And playing with her hair
The piano players eyes were empty
Almost like he wasn't there
The bartender was clearing up
Bouncers had gone to bed
The waitress was primping herself
In the mirror
When the customer walked up and said
He said
I've been coming to this bar
Almost every week
I wanted to ask you out
But I couldn't work up
The nerve to speak
I thought it wouldn't happen
Don't know why I didn't ask before
The waitress rolled her eyes
As together they hurried out the door
The truth about love
Her body was deceptive
She had a graceful way of moving
It was at the same time
Both exciting and soothing
Her eyes were soft brown
And her skin tone pearly white
And he did woo her under the stars
The entire night
The truth about love
Three months later they were married
With all of the accompanying stuff
And in their eyes you could see
The truth about love
She found employment
In a coffee shop downtown
And he'd go in there to eat lunch
And just to fool around
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They played a game
The customer and the waitress
And she'd always make him wait
Pretending they didn't know each other
And he'd try to make a date
And so it went for years
Then things began to change
He stopped dropping in for lunch
And she started acting strange
The truth about love
The truth about love
And at home the customer
And the waitress game took a weird twist
And now and then boss wondered
What they'd missed
She tried not to worry
Couldn't take it anymore
She whispered I guess we should talk
And sat cross legged on the floor
The truth about love
Don't get pissed off she said
But I think we made a mistake
All those years ago
I'm not pissed off he said
Can't we talk about it tomorrow
If you think this will
Make you happy go right ahead
And off they went to sleep
In separate beds
The truth about love
So for seven years the customer
And the waitress
Went their separate ways
At first it was better like this
But they both had their bad days
At any rate they collided on a street
The other night
And went out to dinner together
You much to their surprise
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In honour of the occasion
The waitress let him kiss her
At her front door
He tenderly took her face in his hands
And he begged for more
I'm sick of taking out girls
Whose emotions are as mangled as mine
Maybe we should try again
Or at least go out to dinner sometime
The truth about love
Yeah that's the truth about love
The crazy truth about love
The sick truth about love
Yeah that's the truth about love
Yeah the truth about love
Yeah that's the truth about love
