Song: The Girl From The Coffeeshop
Album: Evil Made Easy
Artist: Lazlo Supreme
Written by Toussaint Morrison
Released May 8, 2008
Pretty gal, pretty gal, was a pretty busy gal
Lifted double shifts for the utility bill
She has dreams of jumpin’ off the campus
And landin’ in an uptown palace
Breaks more than a sweat to get her fill
But somehow she always seems to trip and
spill
It’s not her fault, but she takes the fall
For other people on her team that drop the
ball
If singin’ the same song’s worth the music
Then I guess the boyfriend’s worth the
excuses
Your gossip girlfriends whinin’ old news
And they’re only worth their weight in
IOUs(in)
Up a good friend’s good will and it’s gone
this far
working for minimum wage and the tip jar
Carries her weight, but can’t lift the curse
of barely sittin’ par
Even with the credit card
She stands like she’s been waitin’ at a train
station
Holdin’ a ticket that doesn’t hold her
interest.
I tip my hat like a detective in training,
Actin’ like somewhere else needs my
assistance.
It’s a look- it’s a glance-
She gives me coffee and I go into my trance
I wanna kiss the stress out her smile
But the cash register between us won’t allow.
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Chorus
The songs change, but the words always stay
the same
Doesn’t matter what we do, we’re still
playin’ the game
The songs change, but the words always stay
the same
Doesn’t matter what we do, we’re still
playin’ the game
-
She’s the Athena of baristas
Handles all temperatures like a tea cup
From customer heat to supervisor fire,
Rolls off her sleeve and melts when she
smiles
Huh, I wonder where she gets it from
And how she puts herself together when it
comes undone
Ehhh, but I’ve been thinkin’ lately
She holds her good nature like a pistol’s
safety
Maybe she’s saving us from a blind rage
Repressed with a more than blind rage
She fronts the innocence of an amateur
But walks with the swagger of a shift manager
A fine tuned defense mechanism
And when it collapses it’ll be cataclysmic
She’ll serve espresso with a hint ‘a cyanide
so
She can watch us all die slow…
Die slow… die slow
A coffeeshop full’a people
Doin’ what we want and sometimes what we need
to
And here she is on her daily default
Customer servin’ with a smile like a freak
show
I’m aimin’ for a table to keep float,
I told her keep the change, she told me keep
it evil
She said this tip jar isn’t for your ethos
If you lived in my world you wouldn’t have
the peace to freeload
I love her, she brings me back to earth
Puts me in my place everyday without speakin’
a word
Someday I’ll see her and say what’s up
But for now I got a date with a pen and a
paper cup
Got my heart in my backpack tangled up
And eyes for the girl from the coffeeshop
I know she knows that we know
We’re just super villains with alter-egos
Chorus
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