Letra da Música Black Coffee de Brisa Roché

I'm feeling mighty lonesome
Haven't slept a week
I walk the floor and watch that door
And in between I drink
Black, black, black, black coffee
Since the blues caught my eye
I'm hanging out on Monday
My Sunday, sunday, sunday dreams to dry

I'm talking to the shadows
From one o'clock til four
And Lord, how slow the moments go
When all I do is pour
Black, black coffee
Love's a hand me down brew
I've never know a Sunday
In this weekday, weekday, weekday, weekday room

Now a man is born to go a lovin', lovin'...
A woman's born to weep and fret
And stay at home and tend her oven
And drown her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes, cigarettes, cigarettes

I'm moaning all the morning
And 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, crazy, crazy, crazy
Just waiting for my baby
To someday maybe, someday maybe come around

My nerves have gone to pieces
My hair is turning gray
All I do is drink black coffee
Since my man's gone away

Now a man is born to go a lovin', lovin'...
A woman's born to weep and fret
And stay at home and tend her oven
And drown her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes, cigarettes, cigarettes

I'm moaning all the morning
And 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, crazy, crazy, crazy
Just waiting for my baby
To someday maybe, someday maybe, baby come around
Come around, baby come around
Come around, baby come around
Come around, come around