Cafe - Bobs



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



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