Black Coffee - Patricia Kaas
I¡¯m feelin¡¯ mighty lonesome Haven¡¯t slept a wink I walk the floor from nine to four In between I drink
Black coffee Love¡¯s a hand-me-down brew I¡¯ll never know a Sunday
I¡¯m talkin to the shadow One o¡¯clock till four And Lord, how slow the moments go And all I do is pour
Black coffee Since the blues caught my eye I¡¯m hangin¡¯ out on Monday My Sunday dreams to dry
Now man was born to go a lovin¡¯ But was a woman born to weep and fret And stay at home and tend her oven And down her past regrets In coffee and cigarettes
I¡¯m moonin¡¯ all the mornin¡¯ Moanin¡¯ all the night And in between it¡¯s nicotine And not much heart to fight
Black coffee Feelin¡¯ low as the ground It¡¯s drivin¡¯ me crazy This thinkin¡¯ ¡®bout my baby Might maybe come around
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