Brew me brew me double latte
Make it strong and make it hot
Take every espesso shot you got
Cuz more than a little is less than a lot
Get me iced Americano
Thats what I like best
I dont need a venti, grandes plenty
Be a dear and get me twenty
Champagne, just wont do it
Cocaine, I blow right through it
Sex or money might cause elation
But I get off on caffeination
Like it black and I like it strong
If my hands arent shakin theres something wrong
I don’t know their genus
But the beans, they bring me such bliss
Im thinking of drinking them intravenous
Give me that hot stuff, mocha mud
I want to feel lightning through my blood
Love the buzz and I love the jolt
If coffee were a deity Id join the cult
How oh how can I construe
The things Id do for a nice hot brew
You might get burns in the 3rd degree
If you ever offer me tea.
‘Cause I’d betray you for frape
Id cut your spleen out for caffeine
I’d Impale you on my stilleto, for a sip of some ristretto
Id confess to murder on your behalf, even for a little decaf
Id cheat and lie and beg and steal and probably kill you for espresso
Im not addicted, till I get convicted
Is this how you predicted the song to go?
No?
Oh.
So.
(Apropos.)
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