Tom Meltzer     She reminds you of your mother in a dirty sort of way  When she brings you your food and she takes it away  She smiles at you when you clean your plate  Makes you feel like a big strong man  Is she winking at you or is that something in her eye?  Are you making too much of her giggles and sighs?  The only thing you've talked about is coffee and fries  But she's a waitress so she understands  So, you take my order, I'll take my time  I'm looking you over while I'm making up my mind  Put on the skillet, put on the bread  I'll pretend I'm home, getting breakfast in bed  She don't leave me fed up, she just leaves me well fed  She's a waitress and she understands  In her tight uniform with a low-cut neck  And the way that the grease mixes with her sweat  She smells as good as the inside of a new Corvette  She fits your dreams like a baseball glove  And when she smiles at you, that's when you realize  That's not the way she smiles at all the other guys  You see her sneak a peek from behind the pies  She's a waitress, and you're in love  CHORUS  (last line: She's a waitress, and I'm in love)     Now you see her give the fry-cook a secret kiss  And the ring on her finger that you previously missed  Maybe you're not the guy she can't resist  And your breakfast is almost done  So you swear that you'll never fool yourself anymore  Then you remember as you're walking out the door  There's still lunch and dinner and a thousand meals more  With a waitress at every one  CHORUS