Come here!
My Espresso
Oh yeah,
She has a "thing"
For Espresso's alter ego
She never was one for the fancy
Fatenning drinks
Raw sucar okay?
Just has rich taste
For an authentic quality
Espresso bean
Want to taste the richness
Of the beans being
Mmm...lick o the lips
Mine, anyway,
What's this thing she has?
With Espresso
Desiring his Macchiato
In every waking day
In every lovely way
She loves hot cocoa too!
Just don't give her caramel macchiato
Or sugar, or even worse, fake sugar
Sweetners and sugary things
Must not be modified in her drinks
But you can add the raw sugar
And for special occasions...
Whip cream!
Let's have you already, Espresso,
You're just what I need
I get your alter ego
I'm Espresso inside too
After I drink you...
Yes! I like you thataway
Your deep, rich texture
Takes my jitters away
When in Venice, Italy
Or Barcelona, Spain
You gotta get me
Only I can explain the way
I crave your foam
Foamy Espresso's fame
Most oof you don't get it
Do you?
My drink seems so light
Denser than most coffee art
Oh, but my Espresso, babe
You're not all just foam
You satisfy my quenching desire
The perfect combination and balance
My quest is measurably less
As long as I can be
With my Espresso
Filled with my Espresso'
And Espresso's alter ego
I'm fine
Making the time
Ah, I don't want
Those fancy schmancy friends
No no no no no
Mocha, peppermint, vanilla
Lattes
Caramel Macchiatos
No no
Triple shot hazelnut
Whipped frappe
Neigh
Just me n you
Takin a ride
On a sleigh
Seems plain?
Uh oh no!
Just need my Espresso
Espresso's Macchiato
With no extra sugary sweets
My my my...nummy
Mmm... My Espresso and our alter egos
Sipping Macchiatos
With lots o' foam!
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