That must be her again
She's leaning on my bell
That cold psychotic brain
The one I know so well
So I'm nailed to the floor
in the no-option zone
There's about zero chance
she'll give up and go home

This endless afternoon
It started on the day I met her
Lunch with Gina is forever
 [bad word] round the corner
Her body's just a blur
I peel out like The Flash
It don't mean boo to her
So I duck into Nino's—she's
barred from the place
The minute I walk out
she's right in my face

She's got nothing but time
No use in trying to be clever
Lunch with Gina is forever

Now I'm in my apartment
The blinds down the lights out
The phone rings God help me
There's nobody home
I crouch on the carpet
Not breathing just being
Like meat on the bone

I'm in a cozy booth
Maybe my watch is fast
Another Tanqueray
I'll wait till twenty past
I'm about to go postal
when she waltzes in
I guess she's a
knockout—hey where have I
been?

The waiter [bad word] God knows the service could be better
Lunch with Gina is forever

Coffee and a kiss
Maybe later maybe never
Lunch with Gina...