Black Coffee

By Sinead O'connor
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Black Coffee

Am I Not Your Girl?

(p.f. webster / s. burke)

I'm feelin'mighty lonesome,
Haven't slept a wink
I walk the floor & watch
The door & in between
I drink black coffee
Love's hand me down broom
I'll never know a sunday
In this weekday room
I'm talkin' to the shadows
One o'clock till 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 & fret
To stay at home and
Tend her over
And drown het past regrets
In coffee & cigarettes!
I'm moanin' 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 waiting for my baby
To maybe come around

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