lets have a coffee-date
so i wont forget you
pass the sugar doll
your skin is porcelian
youre so heavensent pretty
lets move to new york city
fictional broken hearts
how did we wind up here?
the girl at table six
kinda looks like you
youre so heavensent it seems
lets move to new york city
In manhattan, i hear coffee is not sex these days
what a change, what a shame, whos to blame?
starbucks queen, i know youre not
but what an evening you gave me
and its done, like you want
open your eyes but stay grounded
sell your story to a magazine
cash in on me
youll know what i mean
