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You're the first thing I think of tomorrow
The only one I have been giving my whole love for years.
You help me through the day
That's the first time I'll tell you this.
I love you and your black humor
Your temperament seems to me so latino-americano.
You bring my heart to the lawn
sometimes I even have to blow
Because you're way too hot ...
(My hot love)
My cup of coffee!
When I see you in the morning,
I'm mostly still in a coma,
but then I smell your aroma,
I am already fresh and cheerful,
And outside the sun goes down again.
Good morning, hot love!
They call you loving "the coronation" in the TV'n -
for me you are much more: your caffeine is the total booming,
which without question ',
And my gastric mucosa
Is just as far away as me.
Sometimes I mix you up with sour cream
Then you will suddenly turn pale and pale, and I suspect:
Sour cream is lumpy
That's why you look so grumpy,
And then I'll pour you into the toilet. (So so!)
(My hot love)
I drink you in Amsterdam, New York and Berlin
Milk and sugar (or without), but only with caffeine
You're not good for me, but good for my adrenaline.
(My hot love)
Dallmayr, Tchibo, Jacobs "Café au lait"
Are okay, but I stand more on third world coffee:
He costs more, but is fair, as far as I can see.
In thirty years I am hopefully already Grandpa
And then I'll take the train across Europe
And drink a great pot Mitropa every hour.
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