My Coffee's Gone Cold

Singing along with your favourite song
You pull the covers around
I pay the price you know I sacrifice
You kick my head out of bounds
If I get up, you get het up
We slow down
It’s suchj a digrace
but then we’re so chaste
Babies
You’ve got your 8 mm going
for your private showing
You never cease to astound
And next week’s papers
so you’re wise to all the capers
You ain’t a queen
but you still wear the crown
Singing along with your favourite song
You say I don’t fit the mould
Disillusioned but with no regrets
You’ve madde my coffee go cold
My coffee’s gone cold