Letra da Música Sugar de Five Foot Nine

Give me sugar in the morning with my coffee;
Give me sugar in the evening with my tea;
Sugar on the Sabbath; Sugar as my habit.
Two spoons in the morning if you please.

You were sitting in a booth at the corner;
You were in the smoking section next to me.
You looked like nobody ought to
with your whiskey and your water;
You were checking my reflection in your tea.

Give me your address. Give me keys.
Give me pillows underneath my skinny knees.
Give my butter on my popcorn in your cinema
--Could you give me? --Could you give me?

You made mention of a flat around the corner;
You made reference to a family recipe.
-Said your cooking was organic, and your Cabernet was tannic.
You said French press in the morning with a squeeze.

Well, if its always sweet now,
Then we crave a little salt.
If its all that sweet now,
Whyd we bring it to a halt?
We dont know. Weve no comment.
We dont know. We dont

Just give me sugar. Give me sugar.
Sugar in the morning...