Black Coffee-Jacqui Naylor

Feeling mighty lonesome I haven't slept a wink I walk the floor and watch the door And in between I drink Black coffee Love's a hand me down brew I'll never know a sunday In this weekday room I'm talking to the shadows One o'clock to four And lord how slow the moments go When all I do is pour Black coffee Since the blues caught my eye I'm hanging out on monday My sunday dreams to dry Now a man is born to go a loving A woman's born to weep and to fret To stay at home and tend to her oven Drown her past regrets In coffee and cigarettes I'm moody all the morning Mourning all the night And in between it's nicotine And not much heart to fight Black coffee Feelin' low as the ground It's driving me crazy just waiting for my man To come around Now a man is born to go a loving A woman's born to weep and to fret To stay at home and tend to her oven Just drown her past regrets In coffee and cigarettes And I'm moody all the morning Mourning all the night And in between it's nicotine And not much heart to fight Black coffee Feelin' low as the ground It's driving me crazy just waiting for my baby Maybe come around Driving me crazy and waiting for my man To come around