Waverly (Anjimile Version)

There's a restaurant in the East Village

Where all the waiters are celebrities

My first love waited hours in the back

Making brazen advances towards Waverly

There's lore of a movie star leaving

His number for them on an old receipt

All I know is that they didn't call him

What a mystery, Waverly

Hey, I live across the street and

I wanted to know, would you be my friend?

Won't call again

I'm a patron dressed up like a person

I'm a creature instead of me

Dark at night and sunlight in the morning

Decide that I'll try aging gracefully

Here are all of my friends and my parents

This is my birthday party

You can push all the tables together

But you can't pull one over on Waverly

Hey, I live across the street and

I wanted to know, would you be my friend?

Don't call again