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Like Black Coffee
Chorus:
The diner was full
As full as the moon
It made young men handsome
To school girls that swoon.
“I’ll buy you a beer-Bud Lite’s on me,”?Said the cupid-faced boy
With the girl on his knee.
With the bat of a lash and the toss
Of her hair
From cupid-faced boy
She received more than beer.
“I remember those days,”
Said a woman at the bar
“Back when I was a girl
With those boys, I’d go far.”?
I smiled politely. “Coffee?” I said
Watching the young couple
She nodded her head.
Sighing in remembrance,
A hand to her heart
Again the woman nodded
“I’ll have it black and strong
But make sure it’s not tart.”
To make her coffee, I went to the kitchen
With a small smile, I thought,
She likes her coffee the way I like men.
[Chorus]
These girls hold the bachelors
Wrapped tight around their finger
Instead of leaving numbers
They leave kisses that linger.
I’m working the night shift
It’s five past three
But I can’t help but watch
This spectacle in front of me.
The girls with their lip gloss
The boys with their money
Pick-up lines tossed around like confetti
“You’ve got a face like an angel, honey,”
I had the woman her coffee
It’s made the same way I like men
But there’s no time to think
Of young Barbie and Ken.
You could say that I was jealous
Of the girls who tossed their hair
I wanted to be perched on the knee
Of a boy who bought me beer.
I smile at this memory and consider my life
What went right and what went wrong
I think of my husband, who
Just like my coffee
Is black, and so very strong.
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