Artist:  The Bobs
Song:    Cafe
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(c) 1995 Richard Greene, Best of Breed Music (ASCAP)
    All Rights Reserved.  Used by Permission.
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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

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