The Bobs - Cafe Lyrics
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Cafe
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What Are The Lyrics For Cafe By The Bobs?
Excuse me" she said, it took him by surprise
That first taste was bitter and sweet They had to share a table by the window 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 |
Who Wrote Cafe By The Bobs?
Fernando Lopez, Robert Gueits
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What's The Duration Of The Cafe By The Bobs?The duration of Cafe is 3:36 minutes and seconds. |
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