Tricky: One, one, two, one, one, two, Move over, move over, yeah you heard what I said, move over
Martina: I feel so lonely, haven't slept a wink I walk the floor, and watch the door And in between I drink black coffee Love's a hand-me-down brew I'll never know why sunday in this weekday room I'm talking to the shadows, one o'clock till four And Lord how slow the moments go All I do is pour black coffee Since the blues caught my eye, I'm hanging out on monday, But sunday dreams too dry They say a man is born to go a lovin' And a woman is born to weep and fret To stay at home and drown her past regrets In coffee and cigarettes I'm moody all the morning, moody all night And in between I drink black coffee Black coffee