Speechwriters LLC - Spaghetti Streetwalker lyrics

Things here aren't so good You'd leave if you could You can't seem to find One guy worth your time The message on the telephone is some old flame Back in town again and looking up your name You meet him at the coffeeshop but he's the same And you don't want to be the ball in his old game You leave him with the tab, grab a cab and now you're rolling back the way you came You don't have to sell your soul You don't have to lose control You don't have to do the things they want you to You don't have to wait their tables, let the tables wait for you Job where you can't think Driving you to drink Shift goes on too long Boss thinks he's Don Juan And everybody here has got a tale to tell The kind of tale that people tend to know to well You're running all around and yet you're bored as hell Moving on before you get a chance to jell You're living in a pumpkin shell and it's keeping you unwell You don't have to sell your soul You don't have to lose control You don't have to do the things they want you to You don't have to wait their tables, let the tables wait for you