Life Insurance Girl

Another day

in the stupid, little mini-market

I make my way to open the gates

I wait an hour to see

if it’s her shift today

And there she comes with her

Platform shoes and perfect hair

I have to wait a minute or three, then she’ll

Come to get her coffee

And she drives me crazy

the life insurance girl

my vision’s fading

when she comes through the door

the hot insurance girl

I’m going crazy, I could

Look at her daily

When it’s lunch time I know

What she’s gonna have

I know her favorite kind of chocolate and

I know she loves coffee

  

I should make a move

I gotta tell her the truth

I know my colleague will laugh

When she’ll tell me – “get the fuck off!”

I should ask her her name

And maybe even her last name

But I will probably choke

Hey I've got an idea – I’ll ask her out for a smoke J