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The Opposite Of Coffee - The Lucksmiths
She gets a haircut every June

On a kitchen chair
Last year it couldn't come too soon

Now she couldn't care
Her mind is otherwise occupied

She sits cross-legged on the floor

In an A-line skirt
But she'd make a beeline for the door
If it was up to her

When the autumn leaves

Then the winter settles in
And sometimes it seems
As though that overcoat's her second skin

She often speaks so softly
She sends me to sleep
She's the opposite of coffee

She's the last thing I need first thing in the morning

When the autumn leaves

Then the winter settles in

And sometimes it seems

As though that overcoat's her second skin

Everything she says ends softer than it starts

So few of her sentences end in exclamation marks
She starts talking I start yawning

She's the last thing I need first thing in the morning