Black Coffee Lyrics
| Song | Black Coffee |
| Artist | Sinéad O'Connor |
| Album | Am I Not Your Girl |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics：P.F.Webster/S.Burke Music：P.F.Webster/S.Burke | |
| I'm feelin'mighty lonesome, | |
| haven't slept a wink | |
| I walk the floor and watch | |
| the door and in between | |
| I drink black coffee | |
| Love's hand me down broom | |
| I'll never know a Sunday | |
| In this weekday room | |
| I'm talkin' to the shadows | |
| One o'clock till four | |
| And Lord, how slow | |
| the moments go | |
| When 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 a man is born to go a lovin' | |
| A woman's born to weep and fret | |
| To stay at home and | |
| tend her over | |
| And drown het past regrets | |
| in coffee and cigarettes! | |
| I'm moanin' all the mornin' | |
| And mournin' 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 waiting for my baby | |
| To maybe come around |
| Lyrics: P. F. Webster S. Burke Music: P. F. Webster S. Burke | |
| I' m feelin' mighty lonesome, | |
| haven' t slept a wink | |
| I walk the floor and watch | |
| the door and in between | |
| I drink black coffee | |
| Love' s hand me down broom | |
| I' ll never know a Sunday | |
| In this weekday room | |
| I' m talkin' to the shadows | |
| One o' clock till four | |
| And Lord, how slow | |
| the moments go | |
| When 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 a man is born to go a lovin' | |
| A woman' s born to weep and fret | |
| To stay at home and | |
| tend her over | |
| And drown het past regrets | |
| in coffee and cigarettes! | |
| I' m moanin' all the mornin' | |
| And mournin' 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 waiting for my baby | |
| To maybe come around |
| Lyrics: P. F. Webster S. Burke Music: P. F. Webster S. Burke | |
| I' m feelin' mighty lonesome, | |
| haven' t slept a wink | |
| I walk the floor and watch | |
| the door and in between | |
| I drink black coffee | |
| Love' s hand me down broom | |
| I' ll never know a Sunday | |
| In this weekday room | |
| I' m talkin' to the shadows | |
| One o' clock till four | |
| And Lord, how slow | |
| the moments go | |
| When 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 a man is born to go a lovin' | |
| A woman' s born to weep and fret | |
| To stay at home and | |
| tend her over | |
| And drown het past regrets | |
| in coffee and cigarettes! | |
| I' m moanin' all the mornin' | |
| And mournin' 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 waiting for my baby | |
| To maybe come around |
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