Mrs. Coffee

a song to be sung while brewing coffee...

drip drip drip in the coffee pot

thoughts of you drop in a lot

you opened doors and rang the church bells loud

inside my heart and

i sang you a song

but you did not sing a long

i heard our harmonies

but you did not sing with me

no sugar no cream

i grind the darkest bean

the little bird she lost her wings

on the perfect wind machine

and i sang you a song

but you did not sing along

and i heard our harmonies

but you did not sing with me

you wanted to drink

of my black sea

and you wanted to taste

the strong woman in me

with the tip of your tongue

with the lick of your word

i was hot you were bothered

the higher you rose

the more i fell

you flew to heaven

i swam in hell

but i like the heat

you prefer the cold

if you ever want to drop down below

you know that

i'd sing you a song

and you could sing along

and you'd hear our harmonies

when you sing with me

drip drip drip in the coffee pot