Lyrics

I'm alone at a table
With reservations for two
The waiter keeps stopping by
But I'm still waiting on you
Guess I'll gather up my coat and purse
And find my way to the door
But there's something new with this romance
That I hadnn't noticed before

I'm not scraping the bottom of the barrel
Knowing you has opened my eyes
I may be stood up
But I'm getting dumped
By A BETTER CLASS OF GUY

You're my favorite heartache
The best that's made me cry
But if I see you heading my way
I'll be glad to tell you goodbye
From now on I'm gonna set my sights
A little higher up the tree
It may be farther to fall
But the view looks fine to me, cause

I'm not scraping the bottom of the barrel
Knowing you has opened my eyes
I may be sttod up
But I'm getting dumped
By A BETTER CLASS OF GUY