Warm Coffee (The Market Song) - Ziggy Alberts

‘cause she’s the sort of girl you find early in the morning

Somewhere at the markets, early eyes

And she’s, she’s the sort of girl you find down by the sea

‘cause the sea never left

And I don’t know much about her

‘cause I met her at the markets and didn’t ask her name

But her eyes were soft and her words were the same

But these were things that I, things, things that I was sure about

Oh my love, oh my love

Things where I, these things where I felt the same

Now that I am trying, now that I’ve been singing softly again

Same way she said, «Thank you» when I told her she was beautiful

‘cause she’s the sort of girl you find early in the winter

With, a cold wetsuit in hand, and she’s

See she’s the sort of girl you find down by the sea

‘cause the sea it always comes where she goes

She’s the sort of girl that your father would love

That your mum would be so proud to show some things

And her eyes were soft and her love was the same

But these were things that I, things, things that I was sure about

Oh my love, oh my love

Things where I, these things where I felt the same

Now that I am trying, now that I’ve been singing softly again

Same way she said, «Thank you» when I told her she was beautiful

Warm coffee on your lips

Warm coffee on your lips

Warm coffee on mine

Warm coffee on your lips

Warm coffee on your lips

Warm coffee in the mornin' light

Warm coffee on your lips

Warm coffee on your lips

Warm coffee on mine

And there was somethin' in these ‘thank yous'

There was somethin' that was beautiful

‘cause she’s the sort of girl you find early in the morning

Somewhere at the markets, early eyes

And she’s, she’s the sort of girl you find down by the sea

‘cause the sea never left

And I don’t know much about her

‘cause I met her at the markets and I didn’t ask her name

But her eyes were soft and her words remain the same