Tuesday, June 13, 2006

My Wafflehouse Lover

Every time I take a trip from jersey
I hit the first wafflehouse
I come to.

I think I recognize the young black waitress everytime
I'm there and she claims to remember me.
Asking how I've
been, where I'm going
but never when I'll be back
to take her away from her waffle house
from all
that syrupy goodness.

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