I Work In A Saloon

I work in a saloon, pulling shit pints for shit wages

It's a busy night tonight

And the bar is full of all the girls I've ever shagged

Or tampered with, or kissed, or even just fancied

A pub full of conquests, knockbacks

Between the laughter I can here my name

And then, through the gap between the swing doors and floor

I see your feet, you push open the doors and walk in

And as always all heads turn and the room becomes silent

Except for the sound or your DMs scuffing on the floor

You stroll through the jealous gaze straight to the bar, smile

And ask for some exotic cocktail but I don't know how to make it

So you just shrug, smile again, turnaround and leave

And I pull another pint