You Don't

You. You don't know my name,
Though its printed in my shirt.
I'm the guy who changed your oil,
Last week at the place by your office.
We're always happy to serve you.

You. You don't remember that I know you.
I saw a reciept for this store in your glove box.
I know it seems dishonest, but I did it out of love.
I figured if I hung around here long enough,
I'd see you here.

I. I didn't care for how you joked around with me,
I like a dirty story but lets get serious,
I don't care about your steamy love affair,
With the girl with the red hair,
from your office.

Put your fists down.
I just came to tell you,
It's been three thousand miles.
The shop is downtown,
On King Avenue.
We'll be there waiting for you.