Lyrics Ziggy Alberts – Warm Coffee (The Market Song)

She’s the sort of girl you find early in the morning
Somewhere at the markets, morning eyes
And she’s the sort of girl you find down by the sea
For the sea never left

But these were things that I, things that I was sure about
Mmm, love, mmm, love
Things where I, things where I felt the same
Now that I am trying, now that I’ve been singing softly again
Same way she said, «Thank you,» when I told her she was beautiful
Mmm

She’s the sort of girl you find early in the winter
With a cold wetsuit in hand, and she’s
The sort of girl you find down by the sea, for the sea it always comes where she goes
She’s the sort of girl that your father would love
That your mum would be so proud to show some things
And her eyes were soft and her love was the same

These were things that I, things, things that I was sure about
Mmm, love, mmm, love
Things where I, things, things where I felt the same
Now that I am trying, now that I’ve been singing softly again
Same way she said, «Thank you,» when I told her she was beautiful
Mmm

Warm coffee on your lips
Warm coffee on your lips
Warm coffee on mine
Warm coffee on your lips
Warm coffee on your lips

And there was somethin’ in these ‘thank yous’
There was somethin’ that was beautiful
Mmm

Cause she’s the sort of girl you find early in the morning
Somewhere at the markets, early eyes
And she’s, she’s the sort of girl you find down by the sea
Cause the sea never left
And I don’t know much about her
Cause I met her at the markets and didn’t ask her name
But her eyes were soft and her words remain the same