Latte – Graham CoxonBy Stretched into a form that would hurt your eyes to seeShe made coffee latte and smiled at meBut then again she smiled at everybodyWhen I leave that place I’m always speedingSo much coffee in my brain a-bleedingA quickened step and a stomach reelingFrom thoughts of her lips I wish mine were feeling www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20