I’m waiting on this table
But I’m not the waitress
You haven’t showed up yet
And I’m anxious; wondering
If I look as gorgeous
If I act as wonderful
If I know I’m as beautiful
As you say I am

And if it’s being wasted
With the nervous smile on my face

I doubt; I’m sure that’s human
And I know that you do too
Cause even with my silent fears
I’m sure that’s you in the doorway
Dressed as a man with no style
Begging the minute you see me
That you’re sorry and stop
To say that I look
Gorgeous, wonderful, beautiful

And I believe it now
I tell you that I love you
Because you always know
What to say