See that blonde over by the bar
Staring at me from afar
Sitting alone in the corner
Does she know how much I adore her?
Eating fries and chicken fingers
The image of her still lingers
Every time she smiles, she’s so hot
How long I’ve been here, I totally forgot
Does she know I exist?
To ask would be a big risk
Happy hour’s over
My courage sinking lower
Over by the jukebox stands her man
My poor heart’s broken again