My cafe, my cafe.
The place I park myself,
On days it rains,
On days it pours.
My cafe, my cafe.
I like your food,
And your drinks,
Whenever, I go to you.
I never see a favorite man,
Walking in.
I do not care to.
It's just my happy cafe and I.
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