 
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
| 1 | Paul Cezanne | 
| 2 | Claudine | 
| 3 | The Avalanche Song | 
| 4 | Alone Together | 
| 5 | Marionette | 
| 6 | If I Ain't Falling | 
| 7 | These Dreams | 
| 8 | Midnight At The Liberty | 
| 9 | Three Cool Guys | 
| 10 | I'm Not Finished Yet |