| I like black coffee and cigarettes |
| And flowers from boys that I’m not sleeping with |
| I like trees when they let go off their leaves |
| They’re so wise, they get rid of their shit |
| Yeah, I like black coffee and cigarettes |
| And crying to hard rock on my holidays |
| Dreams are loud in every street |
| There’s nothing as sweet as living in Madrid |
| And it’s all in my head, everyone in my bed |
| Baby, stop calling, stop calling |
| I said, maybe, maybe it’s all in my head |
| I told you, to stop calling |
| Don’t look at me with those eyes |
| Just don’t look at me with those eyes |
| Please don’t look at me with those eyes |
| Va, don’t look at me with those eyes |
| I, I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I like black coffee and cigarettes |
| And pulling you strong (Strong strong strong) |
| From that chain that’s on your neck |
| Was it me, was it life? |
| When did love get so fucked up |
| Lonely hearts, killing time |
| Begging Venus for a shag |
| There is no mercy |
| Time for quality time |
| With those faces on their faces to hide you? |
| Don’t look at me with those eyes |
| Just don’t look at me with those eyes |
| Please don’t look at me with those eyes |
| Va, don’t look at me with those eyes |