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Like Black Coffee
Chorus:
 The diner was full
 As full as the moon
 It made young men handsome
 To school girls that swoon.
 
 “I’ll buy you a beer-Bud Lite’s on me,”?Said the cupid-faced boy
 With the girl on his knee.
 
 With the bat of a lash and the toss
 Of her hair
 From cupid-faced boy
 She received more than beer.
 
 “I remember those days,”
 Said a woman at the bar
 “Back when I was a girl
 With those boys, I’d go far.”?
 I smiled politely. “Coffee?” I said
 Watching the young couple
 She nodded her head.
 
 Sighing in remembrance,
 A hand to her heart
 Again the woman nodded
 “I’ll have it black and strong
 But make sure it’s not tart.”
 
 To make her coffee, I went to the kitchen
 With a small smile, I thought,
 She likes her coffee the way I like men.
 
 [Chorus]
 
 These girls hold the bachelors
 Wrapped tight around their finger
 Instead of leaving numbers
 They leave kisses that linger.
 
 I’m working the night shift
 It’s five past three
 But I can’t help but watch
 This spectacle in front of me.
 
 The girls with their lip gloss
 The boys with their money
 Pick-up lines tossed around like confetti
 “You’ve got a face like an angel, honey,”
 
 I had the woman her coffee
 It’s made the same way I like men
 But there’s no time to think
 Of young Barbie and Ken.
 
 You could say that I was jealous
 Of the girls who tossed their hair
 I wanted to be perched on the knee
 Of a boy who bought me beer.
 
 I smile at this memory and consider my life
 What went right and what went wrong
 I think of my husband, who
 Just like my coffee
 Is black, and so very strong.

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