It s spring...

Black coffee –
for him 
White coffee –
for me 
I’m sitting here, 
But he’s sitting there – 
Looking at her  ...

It’s spring, 
it’s spring, 
But it’s not 
what I
was waiting for, 
It’s spring, 
it’s spring, 
But I 
was hoping 
for more… 

I’m crying for him, 
but 
He’s laughing 
at me 
I’m over here 
But he’s over there 
Talking 
to her 

It’s spring, 
it’s spring, 
But it’s not 
what I
was waiting for, 
It’s spring, 
it’s spring, 
But I 
was hoping 
for more… 

The black coffee’s gone, 
And the white coffee too 
He’s looking at her, 
And talking to her 
So what 
am I to do? 
So what 
am I to do? 

It’s spring, 
it’s spring, 
But it’s not 
what I was
waiting for, 
It’s spring, 
it’s spring, 
But I 
was hoping 
for more…


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