A local barista

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I sit at a sunlit table, a local barista
Saying to myself, nobody in particular
It is the right thing to do
It is, it was, I would love to
The girl bringing my coffee smiles
Bending over a little deeper
Deeper than actually necessary
Yeah, the right thing to do
Here is a cleavage deep enough
To remember the Columbian jungle by
Makes even senseo coffee strong enough
To keep an insomniac awake
It is the right thing to do, after all
The girl, the coffee & the sun

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