The forecast calls for pain Coffee for my breakfast Shot of whiskey on the side It's a dark and dreary morning With the clouds covering up the sky My baby's turning cold And the forecast calls for pain

Somebody in the next car Somebody on the morning train Somebody in the coffee shop that you walk right by everyday Somebody that you look at but never really see Somewhere out there is somebody At a diner down on Broadway they make small talk When she

Too paid to freestyle. He's looking good Where's my coffee? Good morning doctor carter (hey sweetie) Looks like its going to be a long day. (another one what we got?) Your first patient (yeah) Is suffering from a lack of concept (uh-huh) Originality (ugh)

She put the cream in my coffee (first thing in the morning) Gotta get up You know I'm up for breakfast so early in the morning Put berries on bananas (I need a second helping) That's why I'm up for breakfast so early in the morning Well! She treat me

Pick a star in the sky Wordplay, turns into gun play And gun play turns into pillow talk And pillow talk turns into sweet dreams Sweet dreams turns into coffee in the morning Coffee in the morning I don't wanna wake you I just wanna watch you sleep It's

It's early in the morning About a quarter till three I'm sittin' here talkin' with my baby Over cigarettes and coffee, now And to tell you that Darling I've been so satisfied Honey since I met you Baby since I met you, ooh All the places that I've been

I saw the news this morning And saw your face across the screen And as I poured my coffee, I picked up a magazine But as I turned the page And looked inside There you were again (there you were) Oh these lonely times

Pick a star in the sky Wordplay, turns into gun play And gun play turns into pillow talk And pillow talk turns into sweet dreams Sweet dreams turns into coffee in the morning Coffee in the morning I don't wanna wake you I just wanna watch you sleep It's