Lunch with Gina

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
 She's coming 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 never comes
 God knows the service could be better
 Lunch with Gina is forever
 Coffee and a kiss
 Maybe later maybe never
 Lunch with Gina...