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The girl from the café
Picks me up like I'm a dime
Takes me home with her
But only in my mind
The girl from the café
Faded red sweatshirt on
I'd ask her not to change it
If I took her to the prom
My homecoming queen
With a rip in her jeans
All the debutantes
secretly want
To be the girl from the café
The girl from the café
Spreading her dual style
Raising my mean temperature
With the warmth of her smile
And the girl from the café
Probably doesn't know
She's like Otis Redding
Introducing me to soul
But the dock of the bay
Was lonely every day
Otis was haunted
He really wanted
The girl from the café
No opening line
No witty repartee
Dreaming all the time
I'm the boy from the café
The girl from the café
Might turn your universe
If the road your world is on
Needs to be reversed
And the girl from the café
Speaks in a whispered tone
Curls inside my ear
Like the voice of Norah Jones
Come away with me
All this jazz is free
Slips from my life
Like vermouth on ice
The girl from the café
The girl from the café
Picks me up like I'm a dime
Takes me home with her
But only in my mind