Coffee Shop Girl

Three stories on High Street,A beanery down below;I make that trip everyday,I'm a face that they all know.With a guitar in my hand,And a thousand words to say;She brings me a drink,And then quietly walks away.No matter how I feel,Her smile makes me all right;My feelings for her,I keep them bottled up inside.She's the most beautiful thing in this world,She's the coffee shop girl...I fill the holes in the airAs they talk among themselves;People's hopes and dreamsTranscend like angel's tails.Just a glance across the roomAs she's standing by the door;Staring out the window,And wondering if there's anything more.No matter how I feel,Her smile makes me all right;My feelings for her,I keep them bottled up inside.She's the most beautiful thing in this world,She's the coffee shop girl...The night winds down,As I play my last refrain;The candles have all burned out,And only a few remain.Her lonely heart fades,As they shuffle through the door;Enchanted with the revelry,Of the nights like this before.No matter how I feel,Her smile makes me all right;My feelings for her,I keep them bottled up inside.She's the most beautiful thing in this world,She's the coffee shop girl...