Let's have a coffee date
So I won't forget you
Pass the sugar, doll
Your skin is porcelian
You're so heaven-sent pretty
Let's move to New York City
Fictional broken hearts
How did we wind up here?
The girl at table six
Kinda looks like you
You're so heaven-sent, it seems
Let's move to new york city
In Manhattan, I hear coffee is not sex these days
What a change, what a shame, who's to blame?
Starbucks Queen, I know you're not
But what an evening you gave me
And it's done, like you want
Open your eyes but stay grounded
Sell your story to a magazine
Cash in on me
You'll know what I mean