there's a good reason these tables are numbered honey, you just havent thought of it yet

Next is a trip to the, the ladies room in vain,and
I bet you just can't keep up with these fashionistas, and
Tonight, tonight you are, you are a whispering campaign.
I bet to them your name is "Cheap", I bet to them you look like shit.
Talk to the mirror, choke back tears.
And keep telling yourself that "I'm a diva!"
Oh and the smokes in that cigarette box on the table,they just so happen to be laced with nitroglycerin.
I am the new cancer, never looked better, you can't stand it.
Because you say so under your breath.
You're reading lips "When did he get at all confident?"