Stretched into a form that would hurt your eyes to see She made coffee latte and smiled at me But then again she smiled at everybody
When I leave that place I'm always speeding So much coffee in my brain a 'bleeding A quickened step and a stomach reeling From thoughts of her lips I wish mine were feeling
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