I Work In A Saloon

I work in a saloon

Pulling shit pints for shit wages, it's a busy night tonight

And the bar is full of all the girls I've ever shagged

Or tampered with, or kissed, or even just fancied

A pub full of conquests, knock backsBetween the laughter I can here my name

And then, through the gap between the swing doors and floor

I see your feet, you push open the doors and walk in

And as always all heads turnAnd the room becomes silent

Except for the sound or your DM's scuffing on the floor

You stroll through the jealous gaze straight to the bar

Smile, and ask for some exotic cocktailBut I don't know how to make it

So you just shrug, smile again

Turnaround and leave

And I pull another pint