Me and Cup of Joe

We got a thing goin’on

We both know that it’s wrong

But it’s much too strong

To let it go now

We meet every day at the same cafe

Six-thirty and everyone knows it’ll be there

Tall, Grande, or Venti, tasting all kinds of grand

While the aroma wakes my senses

Me and Cup of Joe

We got a thing goin’on

We both know that it’s wrong

But it’s much too strong

To let it go now