Tom Waits - Invitation to the blues

Well she’s up against the register with an apron and a spatula, Yesterday’s deliveries, tickets for the bachelors She’s a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes, Well, it’s just an invitation to the blues And you feel just like Cagney, she looks like Rita Hayworth At the counter of the Schwab’s drugstore You wonder if she might be single, she’s a loner and likes to mingle Got to be patient, try and pick up a clue She said “How you gonna like ’em, over medium or scra