Lyrics

Well I used to keep my money in a cookie jar It was shaped like a cat, it was a present from my mother I read a lot of books but I couldn't read between the lines I'll have another cup of coffee if you don't mind Well her hair is as black as an alleyway And it used to be red and it used to be blonde Truth is, her hair changes color all the time I'll have another cup of coffee if you don't mind I'll have another cup of coffee if you don't mind Well, I'm starin at her shoulder but it's not what I see When I hear two fellas fighting in the booth across from me So I wipe away the ashes from an empty Cobra seat And I wished I wasn't homesick, and I wish I was asleep Well, I hold her like a blanket up against my chin And I need her like I need another pack of chewing gum Well, we used to be like that, now we're like this all the time I'll have another cup of coffee if you don't mind I'll have another cup of coffee if you don't mind I'll have another cup of coffee if you don't mind