| Excuse me" she said, it took him by surprise
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| That first taste was bitter and sweet
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| They had to share a table by the window
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| Backpacks sitting like hounds at their feet
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| Her lips were redder than a new Miata
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| His mustache held flecks of foam
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| They hung out in the corner cafe
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| Tapping on a laptop, don’t they have a home?
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| In the morning that fine aroma
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| Wakes me from a nightly coma
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| In a cup or in a mug
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| Coffee is my favorite drug
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| All around people are getting wired
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| The room is ringing you can hardly hear
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| A caffeine current running in his veins
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| He moves over to whisper in her ear
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| Drummin' on the table he sings a little song
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| Her fingers dance in a delicate way
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| Talking and tasting turns to touching
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| Coffee breaking is the highlight of the day
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| In the morning that fine aroma
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| Wakes me from a nightly coma
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| In a cup or in a mug
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| Coffee is my favorite drug
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| Let the buzz of conversation
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| Be a steaming background sound
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| Can the jukebox -- fan the chatter
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| Aiming for a higher ground --
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| They’re gonna do it
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| After two weeks meeting for a cup |
| They have an outing of a different kind
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| At her apartment they can’t open up
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| That fire in the body is only in the mind
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| They need much more stimulation
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| Pump the pressure -- perk em up
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| Espresso aphrodisiac
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| Hope to get the juices flowing with another cup
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| In the morning that fine aroma
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| Wakes me from a nightly coma
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| In a cup or in a mug
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| Coffee is my favorite drug |