Bobs, The
Cafe
Excuse me" she said, it took him by surpriseThat first taste was bitter and sweetThey had to share a table by the windowBackpacks sitting like hounds at their feetHer lips were redder than a new MiataHis mustache held flecks of foamThey hung out in the corner cafeTapping on a laptop, don't they have a home? In the morning that fine aroma Wakes me from a nightly coma In a cup or in a mug Coffee is my favorite drugAll around people are getting wiredThe room is ringing you can hardly hearA caffeine current running in his veinsHe moves over to whisper in her earDrummin' on the table he sings a little songHer fingers dance in a delicate wayTalking and tasting turns to touchingCoffee breaking is the highlight of the day In the morning that fine aroma Wakes me from a nightly coma In a cup or in a mug Coffee is my favorite drug Let the buzz of conversation Be a steaming background soundLetras de canciones Can the jukebox -- fan the chatter Aiming for a higher ground -- They're gonna do itAfter two weeks meeting for a cupThey have an outing of a different kindAt her apartment they can't open upThat fire in the body is only in the mindThey need much more stimulationPump the pressure -- perk em upEspresso aphrodisiacHope to get the juices flowing with another cup In the morning that fine aroma Wakes me from a nightly coma In a cup or in a mug Coffee is my favorite drug
From Letras Mania