And I'm here waiting for the show

but when is it, I don't know

and I stay here just for her

whisper she comes to me first 


Me, sittin in this tray

with nothing to do or to say

but now, I see her going straight on to the bar


cause she knows what she wants

and I know that she wants more

I'm waiting for her mouth,

her tongue and waiting for the salt.

there wont be another sip.


and it's happened 1 more night again

tequila makes she happy and makes me sad

I see her outline run to the Bamboo

where she will betraies me,with a B-52 


Me,sittin in this tray

with nothing to do or to say 

but now that she isn't here with me

cryin here until comes she


cause I know that she will return

for tequila salt & lemon

I'waiting

that she will comes tomorrow at the Foot Loose

there wont be another sip