Girl from the Coffee Shop

The girl at the coffee shop wore a double braid
She had the look of some who'd like to get laid
She filled my cup with coffee, a wink and a grin
Then she came back, and filled it once again,

Worn a waitress uniform, top two buttons free
Sensible shoes, little else that I could see
I fantasized using her braids like a rein
riding her bare back across the desert plain,

Skin to skin ranging on a dark starry night
Far from the coffee shop, look neither left nor right
Straight ahead to morning yippie-yo-ki-yay
The girl from the coffee shop goes all the way ...