Messy hair, wide eyes Bored her self, symbolised Yeah she's a cocktail waitress The work then holds, thats all she knows
She lives alo-o-one Turnes off her phone She locks her door Draw the curtains, leave it all behind
A little you can read it She keeps it close, keeps it locked locked up She's living through a secret The only thing That makes her feel
Alive Alive, alive Alive Alive, alive
Back to work next day Brings the check, getting paid Well she's a cocktail waitress She grabs her coat and shutting doors She's setting off Turns of her phone Forgetting all The only thing That makes her feel...
Alive Alive, alive Alive Alive, alive
She's walking over creaky floors She hears the city pounding at the door She's never gonna let them know About the only thing That makes her feel
