Warm Coffee
- Ziggy Alberts
Key: F#m F#m ·
Orig: F#m ·
Capo:
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Time: 4/4 ·
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Intro
F#m A E B/D#
Verse 1
F#m A E B/D#
She's the sort of girl you find early in the morning, somewhere at the markets morning eyes,
Fm A E B/D#
& she is the sort of girl you find down by the sea, for the sea never left,
Fm A E B/D#
& I don't know much about her because I met her at the markets didn't ask her name,
Fm A E B/D#
But her eyes were soft & her words were the same,
Chorus
F#m A E B/D#
These were things that I, things that I was sure about,
F#m A E B/D#
These were things where I, things where I felt the same,
F#m A E B/D#
Now that I'm trying, now that I'm singing softly again,
F#m A E B/D#
Same way she said thank you when I told her she was beautiful,
Verse 2
F#m A E B/D#
She's the sort of girl you find early in the winter, cold wetsuit in hand and she's,
F#m A E B/D#
The sort of girl you find down by the sea, for the sea it always comes where she goes,
F#m A E
And she is the sort of girl that your father would love,
B/D#
your mum would be so proud to show some things,
F#m A E B/D#
and her eyes were soft & love is the same,
Chorus
F#m A E B/D#
These were things that I, things that I was sure about,
F#m A E B/D#
These were things where I, things where I felt the same,
F#m A E B/D#
Now that I'm trying, now that I'm singing softly again,
F#m A E B/D#
Same way she said thank you when I told her she was beautiful,
Chorus
F#m A E B/D#
Warm coffee on your lips, warm coffee on your lips, warm coffee on mine,
F#m A E B/D#
Warm coffee on your lips, warm coffee on your lips, warm coffee in the morning light,
F#m A E B/D#
Warm coffee on lips, warm coffee on your lips warm coffee on mine,
F#m A E B/D#
& there was something in these thank yous there was something that was beautiful.
Verse 3
F#m A E B/D#
She's the sort of girl you find early in the morning, somewhere at the markets morning eyes,
F#m A E B/D#
& she is the sort of girl you find down by the sea, for the sea never left,
F#m A E B/D#
& I don't know much about her because I met her at the markets didn't ask her name,
F#m A E B/D#
But her eyes were soft & her words were the same,











