She is made of pretzel sticks and cherry cola

Long blond hair, she answers to Nola

Nothing matters to her more than his laughter

Sadly to him, she doesn’t matter

She works the concession stand mon-fri

He comes in every other Wednesday

Not once has he asked her name

But she’s still hopeful he’ll ask her to the game

One typical Wednesday he comes in with a smile

She smiles back, her heart stops for a while

He orders a cola and a pretzel with extra cheese

In her head she’s begging, “ask me out, please”

Behind him comes another guy who puts his arm around his waist

“oh, make that order a double, for my boyfriend Chase.”


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