The tips will buy pretty things for baby until the day my man walks in
I’d get so tired drying tears and tables I’d seen enough dirty cups and lonely men
You left me in the world of tips and tables gone with that old used-to-be
I could go out dry and turn the tables but I can’t stand strange hands touching me
I guess I took his love for granted young foolish hearts seem to beat that away
So many times he would say he just love me
Now someone else holds the hands I pushed away
He left me in the world of tips and tables…