At six she comes in her balcony
With her morning cup of coffee.
I wake at five and get ready
And hide below and see.
The milkman passes and smiles.
It's been months this's going on.
Hasn't been a day I have missed.
Hasn't been a day she's gone.
There have been times I have though
Of approaching with my love for her.
And today I plan to do just that.
There is nothing I have to fear.
She hasn't shown up yet, it's eight.
I shall wait to go through my plan.
And finally when she turns up.
Her coffee's been replaced by a man.
With her morning cup of coffee.
I wake at five and get ready
And hide below and see.
The milkman passes and smiles.
It's been months this's going on.
Hasn't been a day I have missed.
Hasn't been a day she's gone.
There have been times I have though
Of approaching with my love for her.
And today I plan to do just that.
There is nothing I have to fear.
She hasn't shown up yet, it's eight.
I shall wait to go through my plan.
And finally when she turns up.
Her coffee's been replaced by a man.
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