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letra de cafe - tim buckley

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excuse me” she said, it took him by surprise
that first taste was bitter and sweet
they had to share a table by the window
backpacks sitting like hounds at their feet

her lips were redder than a new miata
his mustache held flecks of foam
they hung out in the corner cafe
tapping 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 drug

all around people are getting wired
the room is ringing you can hardly hear
a caffeine current running in his veins
he moves over to whisper in her ear

drummin’ on the table he sings a little song
her fingers dance in a delicate way

talking and tasting turns to touching
coffee 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 sound
can the jukebox — fan the chatter
aiming for a higher ground —
they’re gonna do it

after two weeks meeting for a cup
they have an outing of a different kind
at her apartment they can’t open up
that fire in the body is only in the mind

they need much more stimulation
pump the pressure — perk em up
espresso aphrodisiac
hope 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

- tim buckley

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