David Allan Coe 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.
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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.
[Instrumental to the end.]
