I drink my coffee anyhow,
at black, with milk, at cold, at hot
I like men with sanity
and men who gets the eye on the street
I can sing like an angel
and I can't sing at all
I cry at movies
but I don't dare to do that at home
Whatever are your expects from me,
I'm not like them
Whatever you want from me,
however, you don't get it
If I'd be here longer,
I'd might like you
or then I'd get tired
to your searching gaze
If you put my back against the wall
I could sigh
or turn laughing
your face away
Whatever are your expects from me,
I'm not like them
Whatever you want from me,
however, you don't get it
You talk a lot
even it's an early morning
I can listen carefully
but my memory isn't that good
I might call tomorrow,
ask would you like to meet
Do you want to kiss
my neck at the staircases
Or then I just make
coffee and forget
At black, with milk, at cold, at hot,
I drink it anyhow
Whatever are your expects from me,
I'm not like them
Whatever you want from me,
however, you don't get it
I can sing like an angel
and I can't sing at all
I cry at movies
but I don't dare to do that at home