A Hymn for the Coffee (Hefner Soul EP)
Hefner
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Bless the coffee that passes between her lips
'Cause the caffeine gives the woman a nervous twitch
When she crossed those big wide thighs what I saw
Could hardly have been intended
And her skirted suit, it implies to me
She was not chastised so callously
As the woman who shared my bed
And wiped my brow for the past three years
And my true love don't drink coffee like her
Don't wear lipstick like her
My true love, she is cursed
And my true love don't swing her hips like her
Not got those sassy curls
My true love, she is cursed
Hope the morning coffee does the trick
Hope it clears my mind, makes the day more worth it
'Cause the devil in me and the deep blue sea
Are entwined as one since that girl winked at me
And my true love don't drink coffee like her
Don't wear lipstick like her
My true love, she is cursed
And my true love don't swing her hips like her
Not got those sassy curls
My true love, she is cursed
Oh, oh
And my true love don't drink coffee like her
Don't wear lipstick like her
My true love, she is cursed
And my true love don't swing her hips like her
Not got those sassy curls
My true love, she is cursed
Oh, oh