Drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes
I’m drinking my coffee.
I notice you across the street.
You’re just smoking cigarettes.
I rush into your arms.
That’s the start of our beautiful relationship.
Time goes by. I look for you, but I can’t find you.
Where are you, baby?
Late at night, I cry my eyes out over you.
I dream night after night of holding you tight,
holding you tight, holding you tight!