Food service girl

See you, behind the counter
with your hair bundled up,in
pig tails some days too
a different day, turns a nother page
but it all looks good on you
Seen your eye once,
maybe twice
and it takes one to know
your name?
The grape vine says your taken,
spoken for, but true
my head cant help its wander
how it'd a be, to be with you

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