The Simultaneous Occurence of True Love and Nausea at an Omaha Burger King Oct. 12, 1992

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The [inane nor] attentive Burger King attendant
Watched me by my nails in utter horror
It always takes me much more than a fast food minute
She’s an athlete, so take your order - can I please take your order

Kim was [fancy] In the [oranges booth]
‘Cause it was hot and cold and she was wearing jean shorts
As long as it's fast I don’t care if it's food
Give me one them foil ash trays; sometimes my girl likes to smoke

Her eyes weren’t blinking so I asked her what she was thinking
Sometimes she gets so pensive like a skinny Buddha
She said “Most men are colour blind, it’s a genetic deficiency
But if you guess the colors of my eyes I might love you.”

And [units] are elastic ‘cause you’re so sarcastic
Who do you think you are boy, [Gil Maican]
No I’m Lazarus the lucky, call me lucky Lazarus
I just suffer from post chronic and meager high-school enthousiasm

She’s got a thousand thoughts tying her head in knots
And I am [kin into] of one of them and at least she eyed
Unto the relief of my tear ducts and she took the straw of my Cherry Coke
And sucked the tear of my cheek

That’s love to me
It occurs everyday
In [many] Burger Kings
Even if its temporary

The needy can’t be greedy, can they?