Mesa 4

Out, out, out, express quartet... Table 4

Table 4, lady crying
I don't know what to do, I give her the menu
She leaves, a waiter
You don't know what happened

Someone shouts, bring me the bill
A good tip leaves me on the table
The old man from table 8
Won at the racetrack

And the one from table 7 who looks at me with violence
I can't imagine what it will be, just arrived
And the look of the girl from table 4
Her eyes full of terror

Out, out, out, express quartet... Table 4

And I, who don't understand, approach the bar
Outside, two luxury cars collide
And my boss tells me
Please, get to work

The girl crying, returns the menu
Whispers softly, to open it carefully
My sweaty hands
That start to tremble

And the one from table 7 who looks at me with violence
I can't imagine what it will be, just arrived
I open the menu and read to my surprise
It's my husband who discovered our affair

Out, out, out, express quartet... Table 4

Outside, the two who drive the cars
Exchange information, they argue for a while
The old man from table 8
Won at the racetrack

The girl who cries, my boss who shouts
The dog that barks, a drunkard vomits
Everything in this bar
Where I work

And the one from table 7 who looks at me with violence
I can already imagine what it will be, I stained his honor
A .38 is on the table
My eyes full of terror