And I'm here waiting for the show  but when is it, I don't know  and I stay here just for her  whisper she comes to me first     Me, sittin in this tray  with nothing to do or to say  but now, I see her going straight on to the bar    cause she knows what she wants  and I know that she wants more  I'm waiting for her mouth,  her tongue and waiting for the salt.  there wont be another sip.    and it's happened 1 more night again  tequila makes she happy and makes me sad  I see her outline run to the Bamboo  where she will betraies me,with a B-52     Me,sittin in this tray  with nothing to do or to say   but now that she isn't here with me  cryin here until comes she    cause I know that she will return  for tequila salt & lemon  I'waiting  that she will comes tomorrow at the Foot Loose  there wont be another sip