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Thursday, November 25, 2004

Buffet Girl
by Scoob and Britta

I walk in,
She looks at me,
I smile,
She drops the collard greens,

On her sexy,
white apron,
Buffet girl,
when does your shift end?

Buffet girl, buffet girl, la la-la la la
Buffet girl, buffet girl, la la-la la la

She adjusts,
Her hairnet,
I stutter,
"Is the fried chicken done yet?"

And she cleans up,
The gravy,
Buffet girl,
Please go out with me.

Chorus

Creamed corn,
Collard greens,
Chicken pot pie,
Refried beans.

Chorus
Buffet girl, buffet girl
Can I tell you how I feel?

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