Warm Coffee (The Market Song)

'Cause she's the sort of girl you find early in the morning Somewhere at the markets, early eyes And she's, she's the sort of girl you find down by the sea 'Cause the sea never left And I don't know much about her 'Cause I met her at the markets and didn't ask her name But her eyes were soft and her words were the same But these were things that I, things, things that I was sure about Oh my love, oh my love Things where I, these things where I felt the same Now that I am trying, now that I've been singing softly again Same way she said, Thank you when I told her she was beautiful 'Cause she's the sort of girl you find early in the winter With, a cold wetsuit in hand, and she's See she's the sort of girl you find down by the sea 'Cause the sea it always comes where she goes She's the sort of girl that your father would love That your mum would be so proud to show some things And her eyes were soft and her love was the same But these were things that I, things, things that I was sure about Oh my love, oh my love Things where I, these things where I felt the same Now that I am trying, now that I've been singing softly again Same way she said, thank you when I told her she was beautiful Warm coffee on your lips Warm coffee on your lips Warm coffee on mine Warm coffee on your lips Warm coffee on your lips Warm coffee in the mornin' light Warm coffee on your lips Warm coffee on your lips Warm coffee on mine And there was somethin' in these thank yous' There was somethin' that was beautiful 'Cause she's the sort of girl you find early in the morning Somewhere at the markets, early eyes And she's, she's the sort of girl you find down by the sea 'Cause the sea never left And I don't know much about her 'Cause I met her at the markets and I didn't ask her name But her eyes were soft and her words remain the same --- Warm Coffee (The Market Song) - Ziggy Alberts