Waifs: "The Waitress" Lyrics

I thought Id move to Sydney to get a little piece 

Of the city life they talk about in the 90s.

Where everyone I meet dont want to know my name

They want to know what I do for a living



My songs dont earn me money or fill my pockets with cash

Every time I go busking I make more in hash

Everything I want is getting further out of reach

Like that funky little apartment down on bondi



Ive been getting cozy with a kiwi boy

Hed kill me if I said he was sweet as apple pie

Hes going to leave me and hit the road

Hes touring with the theater  if you see him say I said hello

All the birthday money my parents sent

Was spent on the phonebill and paying the rent

Frijole, guacamole anything you want

Im working as a waitress in a mexican restaurant