Dodano: 9 LUTEGO 2012
black coffee.
black coffee.
I'm feeling mighty lonesome
haven't slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch the door
and in between I drink
Black Coffee
I'm talking to the shadows
1 o'clock to 4
and Lord, how slow the moments go
when all I do is pour
Black Coffee
Now a man is born to go a lovin'
a woman's born to weep and fret
to stay at home and tend her oven
and drown her past regrets
in coffee and cigarettes
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