Tips And Tables

The tips will buy pretty things for baby

Until the day my man walks in

I'd get so tired drying tears and tables

I'd seen enough dirty cups and lonely men

You left me in the world of tips and tables

Gone with that old used-to-be

I could go out dry and turn the tables

But I can't stand strange hands touching me

I guess I took his love for granted

Young foolish hearts seem to beat that away

So many times, he would say he just loved me

Now someone else holds the hands I pushed away

He left me in the world of tips and tables