No tips for the tipsy waitress
 
Sloppy in her steps, hoarse in her voice
She slips the tip in, like a guy begging to have the tip in
She smiles at her old selfies but cries in the mirror
She smiles at friends and foes but inside she’s a killer
Fell in love with a drug dealer, her dad was her 1st hero
Face of a killer, but his heart soft as a pillow
She rolled around with the bad boys; she liked their confidence,
Their influence on the incompetent
If you think she messed around a little, she pretended
Everything was obvious the day she had a little, more than recommended
Testing positive for a medical test is always a bad thing
In her grew something, a disease
But one thing, kept her at ease
Secrecy is the best mask one can wear
Feelings aside, liquor inside she knew she messed up
Tears on her face, she faced up, her raging father
Tears of hers not, but of her amazing father
Her fortunes turned into misfortunes; she became miss nobody missed by nobody
She grew a new body and lost her old body
Molly pills working better than her abortion pills
She had a baby before knowing how emotion feels
Prom queen turned into porn queen off a sex scene
She turned away from a life that was promising
Slow in her walk, slow in her talk
More in her cup, sore in her heart
My bacon smelling of vodka, my tea smelling like old wine
She smiles at me offering a good time
She unzips her outfit to nipple level
Nothing too deep, she’s a simple devil
She’s enticing with them knockers that knock out like a Tyson
Sexy as she may be, she’s still a sad song
 She didn’t know me or where I am from
She didn’t know my story she didn’t know my song
Or how I finally made it, I pull up in a range rover
Ready to confront the lady that smells of a hung over
Wearing yesterday’s face, un-shyly stripping for a tip
She doesn’t know the connection between her and I is deep
I smiled and pushed her over,
Rushed out disgusted, this isn’t the day I tell her she’s my mother