Tricky
Black Coffee
[Tricky:]
(One, one, two, one, one, two
Move over, move over, yeah, you heard what I said, move over)

[Martina Topley-Bird:]
I feel so lonely; haven’t slept a wink
I walk the floor and watch the door and in between I drink
Black coffee

Love's a Hand-me-down brew
I never know why Sunday in this weekday brew

I'm talking to the shadows, 1 o'clock till 4
And Lord, how slow the moments go... All I do is pour
Black coffee

Since the blues caught my eye
I'm hanging out on Monday but Sunday dreams too dry
They say a man is born to go alone
And a woman is born to weep and fret to stay at home
And drown her past regrets in coffee and cigarettes
And moody all the morning, moody all night
And in between I drink
Black coffee