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The neon sign still says open, so I keep on waiting tables You're in the corner playing a jukebox jam, you take my hand Pull me close, smell like whiskey cologne And it's a cruel love, and it's not enough Oh it's a cruel love It's a cruel love and I'm giving up on this cruel love And with a spin my dirty apron turns into a little black dress Y You pull me close, you're giving me hope You whisper, "I promise it'll never happen again" But this is a cruel love, and it's not enough Oh it's a cruel love It's a cruel love and I'm giving up on this cruel love I'm cleaning up your mess, balancing trays on my shoulder Tips are lousy and my hours are worse Feet are sore, I am poor, and I want more Yeah it's a cruel love, and it's not enough Oh it's a cruel love It's a cruel love and I'm giving up on this cruel love From Letras Mania