LYRIC FOR SALE

By Raymond Coats

Thought I was your main course, baby
Served up hot, full of flavor, maybe
Brought my heart like it’s gourmet love
But you scanned the menu, then passed me up

(Pre-Chorus)
I mistook your smile for forever
But you were clockin’ out before I said “never”
To you, I was just a taste on the side
Now I’m left with nothin’ but my foolish pride

(Chorus)
You made short order business outta me
Like a quick bite love with no recipe
I was dreamin’ steak, you were thinkin’ fries
Just a fast flame under cold goodbyes
Yeah, I thought we were cookin’ somethin’ real
But you served it up just to close the deal

(Bridge)
Didn’t even unwrap the soul I gave
Rushed it down, no chance to save
Guess I was just the daily special
Cheap and fast, nothin’ special

(Verse 2)
Now I see the signs on the glass
“No returns, all love served fast”
You were never sittin’ down to stay
Just punchin’ in and on your way

(Outro)
So next time I’ll read between the lines
Not every order’s meant to dine
You fed me sweet, but left me cold
Just another story that’s already old

(Ad lib to fade)
Short order business… yeah, baby I was just your side dish…