Blind Spots - C418

In a quaint caravan There's a lady they call the Gypsy She can look in the future And drive away all your fears Everything will come right If you only believe the Gypsy She could tell at a glance That my heart was so full of tears She looked at my hand and told me My lover was always true And yet in my heart I knew, dear Somebody else was kissing you But I'll go there again 'Cause I want to believe the Gypsy That my lover is true And will come back to me someday You see, she looked at my hand and Told me that my baby would always be true And yet, in my heart I knew, dear That somebody else was kissing you But I'll go there again 'Cause I want to believe the Gypsy That my lover is true And will come back to me someday

I love coffee, I love tea I love the java jive and it loves me Coffee and tea and the java and me A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, boy I love java, sweet and hot Whoops, Mr. Moto, I'm a coffee pot Shoot me the pot now pour me a shot A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup Oh, slip me a slug from the wonderful mug I'll cut a rug till I'm snug in a jug A slice of onion and a raw one, draw one Waiter, waiter, percolator I love coffee, I love tea I love the java jive and it loves me Coffee and tea and the java and me A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup Oh, Boston beans, soy beans (Yeah!) Green beans, cabbage and greens (Home cooking!) I'm not keen, not for a bean Unless that is a cheery, cheery bean, boy I love coffee, I love tea I love the java jive and it loves me Coffee and the tea and the java and me A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, yeah I love java, sweet and hot Whoops, Mr. Moto, I'm a coffee pot Shoot me the pot now pour me a shot A cup, a cup, a cup (Yeah!) Oh, throw me that slug from the wonderful mug And I'll cut a rug till I'm snug in the jug Drop a nickel in a pot, Joe, I take 'em slow Waiter, waiter, percolator I love coffee, I love tea I love the java jive and it loves me Coffee and tea and the java and me A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, boy