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Ziggy Alberts

Warm Coffee (The Market Song)

 

Warm Coffee (The Market Song)

(album: Land & Sea - 2014)


'Cause she's the sort of girl you find early in the morning
Somewhere at the markets, early eyes
And she's, she's the sort of girl you find down by the sea
'Cause the sea never left
And I don't know much about her
'Cause I met her at the markets and didn't ask her name
But her eyes were soft and her words were the same

But these were things that I, things, things that I was sure about
Oh my love, oh my love
Things where I, these things where I felt the same
Now that I am trying, now that I've been singing softly again
Same way she said, "Thank you," when I told her she was beautiful
Mmm

'Cause she's the sort of girl you find early in the winter
With, a cold wetsuit in hand, and she's
See she's the sort of girl you find down by the sea
'Cause the sea it always comes where she goes
She's the sort of girl that your father would love
That your mum would be so proud to show some things
And her eyes were soft and her love was the same

But these were things that I, things, things that I was sure about
Oh my love, oh my love
Things where I, these things where I felt the same
Now that I am trying, now that I've been singing softly again
Same way she said, "Thank you," when I told her she was beautiful
Mmm

Warm coffee on your lips
Warm coffee on your lips
Warm coffee on mine
Warm coffee on your lips
Warm coffee on your lips
Warm coffee in the morning light
Warm coffee on your lips
Warm coffee on your lips
Warm coffee on mine

And there was something in these 'thank yous'
There was something that was beautiful
Mmm

Cause she's the sort of girl you find early in the morning
Somewhere at the markets, early eyes
And she's, she's the sort of girl you find down by the sea
Cause the sea never left
And I don't know much about her
Cause I met her at the markets and I didn't ask her name
But her eyes were soft and her words remain the same

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