The tips will buy pretty things for baby until the day my man walks in

I'd get so tired drying tears and tables I'd seen enough dirty cups and lonely men

You left me in the world of tips and tables gone with that old used-to-be

I could go out dry and turn the tables but I can't stand strange hands touching me



I guess I took his love for granted young foolish hearts seem to beat that away

So many times he would say he just love me

Now someone else holds the hands I pushed away

He left me in the world of tips and tables...