Текст песни Black Coffee, Ella Fitzgerald
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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 a Sunday In this weekday room I m talking to the shadows 1 o clock to 4 And Lord, how slow the moments go When all I do is pour Black Coffee Since the blues caught my eye I m hanging out on Monday My Sunday dream s too dry Now a man is born to go a lovin A woman s born to weep and fret To stay at home and tend her oven And drown her past regrets In coffee and cigarettes I m moody all the morning Mourning all the night And in between it s nicotine And not much hard to fight Black Coffee Feelin low as the ground It s driving me crazy just waiting for my baby To maybe come around My nerves have gone to pieces My hair is turning gray All I do is drink black coffee Since my man s gone away |