But she must act that way with any old soak
So I'll be taking my business elsewhere
When she touched me a lump rose up into my throat
And I'll miss her tonight on my lonely back stair
It wasn't for me, that spark in her eyes
You've already started to sweep down the floor
'Cause I guess she's not coming and you're sick of my face
It wasn't for me, that halo in her hair
I'm sorry for taking so much of your space
But for the eyes of her
Oh it's cold in the rain and it's dark and it's sad
I'll be taking my business elsewhere
Of her acting that way and I'm healing okay
And I guess she's not coming so I'll head for the door
And waiter, you don't seem to share in the joke
Oh waiter, I won't waste your time anymore
I'll be taking my business elsewhere
She called me her fantasy and boldly she kissed me
I'll move down the street to some friendlier place
I'll never get over the sheer surprise
