Black Coffee - Claire Martin

I’m feeling mighty lonesome\nHaven’t slept a wink\nI walk the floor from nine to four\nAnd in between I drink\nBlack coffee\nLove’s a hand me down brew\nI’ll never know a Sunday\nIn this weekday room\nWell, I’m talking to the shadow\nOn a clock 'til four\nAnd Lord, how slow the moments go\nWhen all I do is pour\nBlack coffee\nSince the blues caught my eye\nI’m hanging out on Monday\nMy Sunday dreams to dry\nNow, man was born to go a-lovin'\nBut was a woman born to weep and to fret?\nAnd stay at home and tend her oven\nAnd down her past regrets\nIn coffee and cigarettes\nI’m moaning all the morning\nAnd I’m moaning all the night\nAnd in between it’s nicotine\nAnd not much heart to fight\nBlack coffee\nFeelin' low as the ground\nIt’s driving me crazy thinking 'bout my baby\nMight baby come around\nBaby, come around\nMoaning all the morning\nAnd I’m moaning all the night\nIn between it’s nicotine\nAnd not much heart to fight\nBlack coffee\nFeelin' low as the ground\nIt’s driving me crazy thinking 'bout my baby\nMight baby come around?\nMight baby come around?\nThinking 'bout my baby\n'Bout my baby\nMight baby come around?\nThinking 'bout my baby might come around