A Hymn for the Coffee
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 her big wide thighs
What I saw could hardly have been intended
And her flirting ways, they imply to me
She would not chastise so carelessly
As the woman who warmed my bed
And mopped my brow for the past three years
And my true love doesn't drink coffee like her
Doesn't wear lipstick like her
My true love she is cursed
And my true love doesn'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 deep blue sea holds appeal to me
Since I met the girl who should be with me
And my true love doesn't drink coffee like her
Doesn't wear lipstick like her
My true love she is cursed
And my true love doesn't swing her hips like her
Not got those sassy curls
My true love she is cursed
And my true love doesn't drink coffee like her
Doesn't wear lipstick like her
My true love she is cursed
And what did that bitterness get me?
What did that bitterness get me?
What did that bitterness get me?
Nothing, nothing
And what did that bitterness get me?
What did that bitterness get me?