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Bài hát Coffee - Miguel. I wish I could paint our love. These moments and vibrant hues. Wordplay, turns into gun play. And gun play turns into pillow talk. And pillow talk turns into sweet dreams
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! . . I love java, sweet and hot . Whoops! Mr. Moto, I'm a coffee pot . Shoot me the pot and I'll pour me a shot . A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup! . . Oh, slip me a slug from the wonderful mug . And I
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Your breath is sweet. Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky. Your back is straight, your hair is smooth. On the pillow where you lie I don't sense affection. No gratitude or love. Your
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COFFEE BREATH. Sofia Mills. Ba ba ***. Ba ba *** ba***ba. Da ba bum. Ba ba ***. Woke up in your new apartment. In your twin-size bed. Coffee starting. Don't remember much. All I know is that you talk
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Your breath is sweet. Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky. Your back is straight your hair is smooth. On the pillow where you lie. But I don't sense affection. No gratitude or love. Your
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Verse 1. Don't stay awake for too long. Don't go to bed. I'll make a cup of coffee for your head. I'll get you up and going out of bed. And I promise that one day I'll feel fine. And I promise that
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, babe, I think it's great. But while in this world. I think I'll take my whiskey neat. My coffee black and my bed at three. You're too sweet for me. You're too sweet for me. I take my whiskey neat. My
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Oh, she's sweet but a psycho. A little bit psycho. At night she's screamin'. "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind". Oh, she's hot but a psycho. So left but she's right though. At night she's screamin'. "I'm-ma
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Bài hát Coffee Shop Love - Ryan Higa, Golden. Oh you got my eye. You got that thing I like. Never been love but I think I might . Be Fallin' for you. Like love in first sight knock me off my feet
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see sweet evening breeze I saw her in a coffee shop. In a big hotel down in Austin, Texas. She had cut her long hair off. And replaced it with blue eyes of sadness. Still acted like we were kids
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(Lee Hazlewood). . Sweet ride. Give up, you won't survive. You'll never get out alive. This world won't let you. I bet you. And if it did. What's it gonna get you?. What counts is a-how you
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(Lee Hazlewood). . Sweet ride. Give up, you won't survive. You'll never get out alive. This world won't let you. I bet you. And if it did. What's it gonna get you?. What counts is a-how you