Well I'm in love, with a woman named Susanna
With a hamburger in hand and a fountain drink
When she walked in, I was fumbling with my name-tag
If she looks up from her handbag, what will she think
And she said, to me
I'll have the number 3
And she said, to me
I'll have the number 3
When she walked out, I was cursed to think about her
But the more I tried to doubt her, the more I think
Oh who am I, I'm just the guy behind the counter
And I know nothing about her but food and drink
If I could take her home I'd show her all my songs
How to impress her with this apron on
I bet she's got a guy to buy her pretty things
All I can give her is some chicken wings
And she said, to me
I'll have the number three
And she said, to me
I'll have the number three
I think I'm dumb, this happens two or three times a week
Maybe my heart has a slow leak and the pressure's high
But I could swear, for as long as I remember
Or maybe it was September, I've lived this lie
And she said, to me
I'll have the number three
And she said, to me
I'll have the number three
Well all those pretty girls, they have their way with me
And it's been like this since I turned thirteen
They always want the guys who drive the fancy cars
So I can't get 'em on my handlebars
And she said, to me
I'll have the number three
And she said, to me
I'll have the number three

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