Well, I call my woman, Coffee, 'Cause she grinds so fine. I call my woman, Coffee, 'Cause she grinds so fine. She's like a percolator, She's ready any time.
She's no ground-round virgin. She's smooth as she can be. She's no ground-round virgin. I said she's as smooth as she can be. She's a fresh-roasted mamma, When she gives her love to me.
Instrumental break.
She's no high-class woman, But I don't need no fox. She's no high-class woman, But, buddy, I don't need no fox. she wakes up in the mornin', I'm the only male in her box.
That's why I call my woman, Coffee, Beause she grinds so fine. Yeah, I call my woman, Coffee, Because she grinds so fine. She's no high-class a-woman, But she's mine, all mine.