Drift, Drift,
Drift, Drift,
Drift, Drift,
In a Cafe evening,
She is chilling and feeling jazz,
Her Beauty is comforting,
And fine,
Warm as her latte,
Drift, drift,
Drift, drift,
When you're in her Beauty's caress,
All your cares melt away,
As we drift into love,
As we drift into love,
As we drift within our Love,
Drift, drift
Drift, drift,
In a Cafe evening,
We are chilling and feeling jazz,
Her Beauty is calm and fine,
Warm as her latte,
Drift, drift,
All our cares melt away,
As we drift into Love,
As we drift into Love,
As we drift within our Love
Reynaldo Casison
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