Over The Counter Courting

Lyrics:

© Shamika
He gives her mone, she gives him food.
She\'s bright and Sunny and never rude.
But there is something in her smile -
that draws him back every once in a while.

He asks for water, she pours it out.
He\'d like to court her, loves that sexy pout.
But the most he can do is look into her eyes -
over the sausage rolls and pies.

He finds a table, she wipes it down.
He calls her Mable, she calls him Mr Brown.
She flutters her lashes and gives him cake -
says that she\'ll sit there when it\'s her break.

Now he goes there every day, orders what he wants -
and he never has to pay.