Latte – Graham Coxon

Stretched into a form that would hurt your eyes to see
She made coffee latte and smiled at me
But then again she smiled at everybody

When I leave that place I’m always speeding
So much coffee in my brain a-bleeding

A quickened step and a stomach reeling
From thoughts of her lips I wish mine were feeling
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