Black Coffee - Single Version Lyrics
| Song | Black Coffee - Single Version |
| Artist | Peggy Lee |
| Album | Black Coffee |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Burke, Webster | |
| I'm feelin' mighty lonesome | |
| Haven't slept a wink | |
| I walk the floor from nine to four | |
| In between I drink | |
| Black coffee | |
| Love's a hand-me-down brew | |
| I'll never know a Sunday | |
| In this weekday room | |
| I'm talkin to the shadow | |
| One o'clock till four | |
| And Lord, how slow the moments go | |
| And all I do is pour | |
| Black coffee | |
| Since the blues caught my eye | |
| I'm hangin' out on Monday | |
| My Sunday dreams to dry | |
| Now man was born to go a lovin' | |
| But was a woman born to weep and fret | |
| And stay at home and tend her oven | |
| And down her past regrets | |
| In coffee and cigarettes | |
| I'm moonin' all the mornin' | |
| Moanin' all the night | |
| And in between it's nicotine | |
| And not much heart to fight | |
| Black coffee | |
| Feelin' low as the ground | |
| It's drivin' me crazy | |
| This thinkin' 'bout my baby | |
| Might maybe come around | |
| Come around |
| zuo qu : Burke, Webster | |
| I' m feelin' mighty lonesome | |
| Haven' t slept a wink | |
| I walk the floor from nine to four | |
| In between I drink | |
| Black coffee | |
| Love' s a handmedown brew | |
| I' ll never know a Sunday | |
| In this weekday room | |
| I' m talkin to the shadow | |
| One o' clock till four | |
| And Lord, how slow the moments go | |
| And all I do is pour | |
| Black coffee | |
| Since the blues caught my eye | |
| I' m hangin' out on Monday | |
| My Sunday dreams to dry | |
| Now man was born to go a lovin' | |
| But was a woman born to weep and fret | |
| And stay at home and tend her oven | |
| And down her past regrets | |
| In coffee and cigarettes | |
| I' m moonin' all the mornin' | |
| Moanin' all the night | |
| And in between it' s nicotine | |
| And not much heart to fight | |
| Black coffee | |
| Feelin' low as the ground | |
| It' s drivin' me crazy | |
| This thinkin' ' bout my baby | |
| Might maybe come around | |
| Come around |
| zuò qǔ : Burke, Webster | |
| I' m feelin' mighty lonesome | |
| Haven' t slept a wink | |
| I walk the floor from nine to four | |
| In between I drink | |
| Black coffee | |
| Love' s a handmedown brew | |
| I' ll never know a Sunday | |
| In this weekday room | |
| I' m talkin to the shadow | |
| One o' clock till four | |
| And Lord, how slow the moments go | |
| And all I do is pour | |
| Black coffee | |
| Since the blues caught my eye | |
| I' m hangin' out on Monday | |
| My Sunday dreams to dry | |
| Now man was born to go a lovin' | |
| But was a woman born to weep and fret | |
| And stay at home and tend her oven | |
| And down her past regrets | |
| In coffee and cigarettes | |
| I' m moonin' all the mornin' | |
| Moanin' all the night | |
| And in between it' s nicotine | |
| And not much heart to fight | |
| Black coffee | |
| Feelin' low as the ground | |
| It' s drivin' me crazy | |
| This thinkin' ' bout my baby | |
| Might maybe come around | |
| Come around |
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