White Palace

She works the late night shift down at the
hamburger house
She pins back her hair and Lord, she gets
them orders out
She´s always smilin´when she sees me walk in
´Cause she knows I´ll be eatin´ just as long as I can
Them milk shakes must be good, ´cause I just
can´t get my fill
Since the first time she made me one I´ve been
head over heels

Chorus:
The tag on her shirt says
"Hello, my name is Alice"
I´ll be doggone if she ain´t the prettiest thing
I´ve ever seen in Dallas
Her blue eyes they shine brighter
Than the Aurora Borealis
She looks like a queen
Workin´ in that white palace

When she works the drive-thru window I burn
up a tank of gas
I get one thing at a time so I can make another pass
I bet I´m the only one who ever gives her a tip
´Cause I love to hear "thank you" comin´ from those
sweet red lips
Someday I´ll get up the nerve and ask her for a date
And we´ll drive out to Ft. Worth and I´ll buy
her a T-bone steak

(Chorus) (Twice)

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