Cafe
Bobs
Plugged
Cafe
"Excuse me" she said, it took him by surprise
That first taste was bitter and sweet
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