COFFEE

He wore a headband - looked like something from a rock band
He wore his hair long - and tight black leather jeans
There was something special about the way he ordered coffee
The whole thing felt like something off a video screen

He came closer holding coffee and a danish pastry
There was a spare seat across the table from mine
I could tell he was attracted to my sophisticated setting
He said 'is it OK if I join you?' I said 'I don't mind'.

He said 'Baby - tell me do you believe in vampires?'
I said 'You're lookin' at one, honey' he said 'yeah, sure'
'Ah, so why d'you ask the question if you won't accept the anwer?'
He said 'Maybe I never met an honest vampire before.'

He didn't believe me - not that that was any surprise
Ah, but I could tell he wanted my lies to be true
So we talked about poetry and he looked into my eyes
Not necessarily a sensible thing to do.

I said, 'Baby, tell me do you belive in vampires?'
He said 'You know I don't, honey' I said 'Ain't that a shame'
'Ah, but if you were to ask me how do I like a little danger?
Well, maybe I just like playing that kind of game.'

I said 'You don't have to believe me,
But I could change your mind
I could show you wonders you'd never
Otherwise find -' he said, 'Show me - show me - show me...'

Now, he wears a headband - looks like something from a rock band
He wears his hair long, and those tight black leather jeans - !
There's still something special about the way he orders coffee
But he doesn't drink it anymore - he doesn't drink it anymore
Whatever that means.

So, baby, tell me do you believe in vampires?