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Coffee Lyrics

Well, I call my woman, Coffee, Cause she grinds so fine. I call my woman, Coffee, Cause she grinds so fine. She's like a percolator, She's ready any time.

She's no ground-round virgin. She's smooth as she can be.
She's no ground-round virgin. I said she's as smooth as she can be.
She's a fresh-roasted mamma, When she gives her love to me.

She's no high-class woman, But I don't need no fox.
She's no high-class woman, But, buddy, I don't need no fox.
When she wakes up in the morning, I'm the only male in her box.

That's why I call my woman, Coffee, Because she grinds so fine.
Yeah, I call my woman, Coffee, Because she grinds so fine.
She's no high-class a-woman, But she's mine, all mine.

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