One, two, one, two, * you
Saw you having dinner
With some douchebag in a suit and tie
You were taking pictures
Of a meal that only he could buy
Hey, mister, mister
No offense, but I used to call her mine
Next time you're with her
Could you save a seat for me?
Could you save a seat for me?
Ran out of money
Now you sleep with me
And who'll pay your bills?
And I find it funny
But that's also one hell of a skill
When the road gets bumpy
You run away just for the thrill
If you leave the country
Could you save a seat for me?
Could you save a seat for me?
You dress like the 90s
But he wants you wearing something else
You speak politely
Every time he speaks
He has to yell
He'll buy a ring that shines on you

In his own right
Married in a dress Europe
And you must please me
And you won't invite me
And I don't think you can

Could you save a seat for me?
Could you save a seat for me?
Could you save a seat for me?
Oh
Could you save a seat for me?

Could you save a sleep for me?
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