I was just a waitress when You bumped into me. You got into a fight and I told you to get gone. Because baby I had no idea What the future would bring. I said boy you look like trouble. its time for you to leave. he just smiled back right at me and said baby good luck, goodbye, and goodnight, but you'll be seeing me. Who would known six weeks later you'd be stalking me. and the fact that your uncle owned that bar just made the idea of you, so much more fustrating. You kept leaving me your number and I'd throw it in the trash, night after night, you would try and try, I'd think please stop recommending me. I ended up at some party with a few guys from the bar, I think I got too drunk that night, because to my suprise you came walking in right out the hallway of the house that you lived in. I said Boy, you must be trouble, Are you really just going to leave, he said he had work to do, and I begged him to stay with me. Cuz he looked just like my daddy and I always wanted a man like that, dressed all up in a uniform, boots, and I never imagined him like that. It took me forever, to take back the day we met, I felt so bad for making him leave leave, found out his friend was in trouble, and he was just having his back. This boy, right, here he's trouble, well troubling for me. Because every time I look at that smile, I cannot help but think, thank God I was a waitress and he bumped into me.
