Wawa cashier |
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Day and night I think of Wawa cashier Sweet, sweet Wawa cashier Ring-up my coffee give me my change her nails just scratched my palm o my Wawa cashier my third visit today my third cup of coffee I've already read this newspaper and just to see my Wawa cashier my Wawa cashier so young, sweet and dear maybe next year with my Wawa cashier walking in through the entrance checking myself out on the video I try not to glance towards my Wawa cashier another hoagie, another yummy cake pie filling myself up with crap Ill take a chance and die just to see my Wawa cashier |
I saw you walking in you glanced up at the video monitor but I knew you were thinking of me at least 30 men a day come through those doors and glance up at the monitor the way you do. which one of you will sweep me off my feet and place me in your white 4- wheel drive and get me out of here. which one of you? but none ever do. your mixing your coffee behind me at the coffee counter. all of you. a crowd of testosterone. mixing coffee I felt your eyes on my legs and then on my buttocks, up my spine and finally my hair. you were nice. others simply grabbed my chest or my rear or both you came up to me with your cup of coffee 85 cents you gave me 20 dollars as you looked down my Wawa blouse I returned $9.15 later in the day I took your 10 dollars from the register and placed in my Wawa blouse. |