Tác giả : Graham Coxon
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Stretched into a form that would hurt your eyes to see 
She made coffee latte and smiled at me 
But then again she smiled at everybody 
 
When I leave that place I'm always speeding 
So much coffee in my brain a 'bleeding 
A quickened step and a stomach reeling 
From thoughts of her lips I wish mine were feeling