She works harder than a hooker - only they get better paid
And her boss will have her fired if she’s one more time too late
She has dreamed so many times of the day when she will quit
But she needs this job because it’s only her and her little kid

And there’re all those men who look at her but never at her face
And there’re all those times it dawns to her she’ll never leave this place
There is nothing you can do to her not already been done
So be careful what you ask of her…
She’s a waitress - she is like a loaded gun

Yes her feet do always hurt and also does her back
She did not count the steps she’d made – long ago she did loose track
But she wipes the tears away and she puts her smile back on
Grabs her tray and grabs her name tag – ´cause the show goes on an´ on…

And there’re all those women judging her but never to her face
And there’re all those times it dawns to her she’ll never leave this place
There is nothing you can do to her not already been done
So be careful what you ask of her…
She’s a waitress - she is like a loaded gun

And when ever you do meet her, buddy, here is my advice:
What ever name she might be wearing – she’s a goddess in disguise
She’s the goddess of the dishes, the fulfiller of your wishes
So you better tip her greatly and you’d better playing nice…

And she is watching all the people and she looks in every face
She sees every bit of cruelty and every bit of grace
Once she tried to make a difference
And some day she’ll get it done
So you better look not down on her…

There is nothing you can do to her not already been done
So be careful what you ask of her…
She’s a waitress – she’s like a loaded gun