Hot Coffee-Hot Hips

As I walked into the coffee shop; the girl said how are you I told her I was doing well; and ordered up some brew. When I looked into her eyes; I saw two diamonds filled with fire And her dark hair I saw blowing; in the winds of hot desire. Her skin looked soft and lush; she was blessed with shapely hips She was everything a man could want; with lips just made to kiss. From the front she was a knockout; from the back was just as good; And I wished that I could know her; but I doubt I ever would. It is just another fantasy; in a world of make believe; That’s what I have to tell myself; every time I leave.