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