Waffle House Jukebox Song

went to see you at 2 a.m.,
drunk, hung over here i go again
yours is the only door open to me,
i passed out earlier and now i'm hungry

can i come over to your house,
denny's closed and they threw me out
can i come over to your place,
a warm cup of joe and your smiling face

you never treat me like you used to,
i just need someone to hold
you never act like you used to,
now the cup of joe and smile are cold

i come to hear your sweet voice,
besides at this time of night there's really not much choice
we've played this scene over and over,
but you know i'm never around when i'm sober

i'm at a stool, you serve a booth,
i'm a tool soaked in vermouth
order you around, this food won't go down,
your just one of 38 locations in this town

we have a bizarre relationship,
the milk you served me caused a tooth to chip
i see your voice, i hear a choir,
sniff sniff, i spy something brown on fire

you use non dairy butter, this i learned,
i ordered myself some grits somehow they came burned
raise your hand if your sure,
that the waffles and eggs are served at room temperature

this is where i mention waffle house, but maybe i won't
but they won't buy this song for their juke box, if i don't

how bout some o.j. now, buy some more
how bout a side of raisin toast, you will buy some more
waffle house is just great, you will believe this
"hey this isn't what i ordered!", yes it is
can i get a witness?

i want to be smother and covered in your love