Coffee

Well, I call my woman, Coffee,

'Cause she grinds so fine.

I call my woman, Coffee,

'Cause she grinds so fine.

She's like a percolator,

She's ready any time.

She's no ground-round virgin.

She's smooth as she can be.

She's no ground-round virgin.

I said she's as smooth as she can be.

She's a fresh-roasted mamma,

When she gives her love to me.

She's no high-class woman,

But I don't need no fox.

She's no high-class woman,

But, buddy, I don't need no fox.

When she wakes up in the mornin',

I'm the only male in her box.

That's why I call my woman, Coffee,

Beause she grinds so fine.

Yeah, I call my woman, Coffee,

Because she grinds so fine.

She's no high-class a-woman,

But she's mine, all mine.