Don't think that I don't know what you're thinking
Imagining it's me and not coffee you're drinking
I see you dipping your tongue taking delicate sips
as you envision my foam on your lips

I hear you talking at the cafe in the park
how you like it tall and black like me in the dark
I hear you moaning at dawn how you've got to get it in you
and that without it you just can't continue

I know that sigh that you give when you're finished
and I'll give you another when my beans are replenished