Coffee on My Lips

Coffee on my lips
One kiss, one kiss

Oat flat white at seven-fifteen
Same grey coat, same shy grin
I ask your name to write it down
You never tell me the real one
Monday you were "Kevin"
Tuesday you were "Mike"
Wednesday you said "Batman"
And I laughed out loud behind the till

The queue is getting longer
The milk is getting hot
You're pretending to read the menu
I know you know what you want

I got coffee on my lips
And your cup in my hand
I got coffee on my lips
Tell me your name, I'll understand

One kiss, one kiss
Coffee on my lips
One kiss, one kiss

Thursday I wrote "Batman" back
With a heart where the B should be
Friday you came in at seven sharp
With a coffee you bought for me
You said, "I'm sorry for the names
I was scared to hear my own"
I said, "Tell me now, it's quiet"
You said, "Daniel", nice and slow

The queue is getting longer
The milk is getting hot
Everybody's watching now
Let them watch, I don't mind a lot

I got coffee on my lips
And your cup in my hand
I got coffee on my lips
Tell me your name, I'll understand

I wrote my number on your lid
Under "Daniel" in my pen
And I pressed my lips beside it
Just to see you smile again

I got coffee on my lips
And my number in your hand
I got coffee on my lips
See you Saturday, Daniel, understand?

One kiss, one kiss
Coffee on my lips