
He walks in at half past nine (oh yeah!) Corner booth, same old sign Coffee black, cherry pie on the side (uh-huh, cherry pie!) But I’m serving more than fries tonight Neon lights on the chrome jukebox (doo-wop, doo-wop) Heart’s on beat, but the clock just stops Every smile feels like déjà vu (mmm, déjà vu) Boy, I got a special just for you He takes the same order every time But I’d rather make him mine (mine, mine, mine!) Sugar, honey, can’t you see? (can’t you see? woo!) You should be the snack for me (snack attack, baby!) Don’t need no menu, baby, true All I’m hungry for is you ( yeah!) Grease on the floor, vinyl shines He stirs his spoon like it’s a sign I dream in ketchup, mustard lines (drip-drop, squeeze it out) Wish he was tasting lips, not fries (kiss me, kiss me, yeah!) Strawberry milkshake on the table (shake it, shake it!) But my heart’s the sweetest label (mmm, so sweet!) If you want a midnight treat I’m the dessert you’ll never beat He takes the same order every time But I’d rather make him mine (mine, mine, mine!) Sugar, honey, can’t you see? (can’t you see? woo!) You should be the snack for me (snack attack, baby!) Don’t need no menu, baby, true All I’m hungry for is you ( yeah!)