Thanks for the coffee
Now I'll sit down
This is the place we used to
Come around
Where is my lady, you ask
As you close the drawer
She's not my lady anymore
Here's a tip now buddy
I'll be right here
Checking my email
Releasing fear
She was here, you jut missed her
At a half past four
She's not my lady anymore
When there was music
Sweet tender music
Our love was drifting out to sea
Now that I'm on my own
I will not weep and moan
Just think of how it used to be
See you later buddy
I've gotta go
And if you see her
You don't have to say hello
Next time I come around here
It won't be a chore
She's not my lady anymore
When there was music
Sweet tender music
Our love was drifting out to sea
Now that I'm on my own
I will not weep and moan
Just think of how it used to be
Thanks for the coffee
I've gotta go
And if you see her
You don't have to say hello
For me
Next time I come around here
It won't be a chore
She's not my lady anymore