by Luna Lugo
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Famous lyrics like poetry or a seductive prose...either way Julie London "could make potato chips sound sexy" as quoted by a YouTube poster. It is so true.
A perfect song for a late nightcap or lazy afternoon waiting for your love at a cafe. This song was originally sung by Ella Fitzgerald.
Black Coffee - Lyrics
I'm feeln' mighty lonesome, havn'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 broom.
I'll never know a Sunday, in this weekday room.
I'm talkin' to the shadows,
One o'clock to four,
And lord, how slow the moments go when all I do is pour black coffee.
Since the blues caught my eye.
I'm hangin' out on Monday my Sunday dreams to dry.
Now a man is born to go a lovin',
A woman's born to weep and fret.
To stay at home and rend her oven,
And drown her past regrets in coffee and cigarettes!
I'm moonin' all the mornin' and mournin' all the night,
And in between it's nicotine and not much heart to fight black coffee.
Feelin' low as the ground.
It's drivin' me crazy, this waitin' for my baby,
To maybe come a round.
Information Source: justsomelyrics.com
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| Julie London |
Famous lyrics like poetry or a seductive prose...either way Julie London "could make potato chips sound sexy" as quoted by a YouTube poster. It is so true.
A perfect song for a late nightcap or lazy afternoon waiting for your love at a cafe. This song was originally sung by Ella Fitzgerald.
Black Coffee - Lyrics
I'm feeln' mighty lonesome, havn'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 broom.
I'll never know a Sunday, in this weekday room.
I'm talkin' to the shadows,
One o'clock to four,
And lord, how slow the moments go when all I do is pour black coffee.
Since the blues caught my eye.
I'm hangin' out on Monday my Sunday dreams to dry.
Now a man is born to go a lovin',
A woman's born to weep and fret.
To stay at home and rend her oven,
And drown her past regrets in coffee and cigarettes!
I'm moonin' all the mornin' and mournin' all the night,
And in between it's nicotine and not much heart to fight black coffee.
Feelin' low as the ground.
It's drivin' me crazy, this waitin' for my baby,
To maybe come a round.
Information Source: justsomelyrics.com