Lyrics

She’s the goddess behind the counter
I can’t imagine ever living without her
She knows exactly what I like
Breakfast with her gets my day off right
She makes my eggs taste better
‘Cause she serves them to me in that little pink sweater
With her name tag shinning so bright
She pours me coffee like she’s dancing on a Saturday night

We talk about our little worlds
She’s sweeter than the icing on a cinnamon swirl
We both crave bagels with cream cheese
But she’s never ever gonna go out with me

‘Cause she’s got her eyes on the hostess
And my heart tells me that it’s hopeless
X3 [I’m in love with a gay waitress]
But she’s always mine at breakfast time

She tells me all of the latest news
Like who’s doing what or who’s doing who
She walks by me and smiles
I swear that it stretches for hundreds of miles

We talk about our little worlds
She’s sweeter than the icing on a cinnamon swirl
We both crave bagels with cream cheese
But she’s never ever gonna go out with me

‘Cause she’s got her eyes on the hostess
And my heart tells me that it’s hopeless
X3 [I’m in love with a gay waitress]
But she’s always mine at breakfast time