Even though the sun is dawning
Over a glorious new morning,
Don’t talk to me
Until I’ve had two cups of coffee.

I don’t care if it’s the month of May,
And everyday everything is okay,
I am especially mean,
Until I drink my caffeine.

It doesn’t make a difference what flavor,
Columbian, mocha, or cappuccino I savor,
As long as whatever coffee bean,
Includes plenty of caffeine.

I can’t wake up
Without my morning pick me up.
I’m addicted and no one can stop me
From drinking my coffee.

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