Café - 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