Black Coffee

Black Coffee - Ella Fitzgerald (埃拉·菲茨傑拉德)

I'm feeling mighty lonesome

Haven't slept a wink

I walk the floor and watch the door

And in between I drink

Black Coffee

Love's a hand me down brew

I'll never say a Sunday

In this weekday room

I'm talking to the shadows

From one o'clock to four

And Lord how slow the moments go

When all I do is pour

Black Coffee

Since the blues caught my eye

I'm hanging out on Monday

My Sunday dream's too dry

Now a man is born to go a lovin'

A woman's born to weep and fret

To stay at home and tend her oven

And drown her past regrets

In coffee and cigarettes

I'm moody all the morning

Mourning all the night

And in between it's nicotine

And not much hard to fight

Black Coffee

Feelin' low as the ground

It's driving me crazy just waiting for my baby

To maybe come around

Around

It's waiting for my baby

To maybe come around