Abigail had a job at which she had to comp
Every cup of coffee that he may want,
And now there two sat opposite each other at parallel tables
Like they park their cars
Like little dogs sniffing under each others tails.
She rolled the forks,
Knives and spoon in napkins and stacked them,
Wondering will her wild will really free her for awhile.
And to the agents of the state she guessed that more than one way to skin a cat must mean only two,
So Abigail had to break a dollar
Bill so one of the cops could tip her when
She realized the bottom bills never really get touched.
We just exchange the ones on top when we make change,
And even if her wild will will really free
Her for awhile if you let the cops lead
Any march you'll just get a horseshit trail to march in.