Sarah Sharp Coffee Shop Song
Retro resale cowboy snap it up opal buttoned
shirtUntucked over low-hung dirty jeans 7th time this
week
So strategically seated where he can watch her dance
Through the rails of front porch coffee shop where he
likes to read
Black bottom feet of a bellbottomed girl twirl under the
sky
Make their way toward his table one August night
Dance sweet gypsy tea girl
Watch her float her way to his table to ask if she can
bum a smoke
Sugar and cream are free
Bob the baker starts his day at the end of our night
He swears he's not the biggest flake in the world and
that he writes
He's looking for his confidence and you should know
He'll find it in Chicago soon as he has the means to go
He's always nice to me
Bony finger thin hipped take a sip from her cup of chai
Couldn't possibly eat all her chocolate chip cookie if
she tried
Anyone can talk to her. Pull up a chair
In the middle of a lonely night, you'll find her there
Her advice is free
It's just a place to be
