STAR-CROSSED STARBUCKS LOVERS
Calvin Klein, coffee beans.
And that’s how this story begins.
Latte, mocha, green tea, chai.
The order’s there, names called out.
Suit and tie – tie-die dress.
Fall and stain the new briefcase.
I’m the game opposites play.
Eh.
Black coffee, Hugo Boss.
She’s reads him straight out like The Times.
Ain’t it funny – auras collide?
And I know she’s scared to breathe.
No way, no chance friends.
But dying to see if the coffee blends.
Take his order, take her hand,
desert the Wall Street Jungle for a weekend.
He has just the right flavour,
but it’s gonna go down in flames.
No four-leafed clovers,
but this high is worth the pain.
You’re the star-crossed Starbucks lovers,
they’ll tell you I’m to blame.
Coz you know I love the sugar,
and you love the cream.
Coz we’re not that tasteless,
let’s liquefy the stars.
He will love you senseless,
leave kisses in the dark.
You’re the star-crossed Starbucks lovers,
they’ll tell you I’m to blame.
But he’s got a blank space, baby,
the cup bears her name.
Curly hair, restless nights.
The hippy girl’s not the optimist.
Dry humour, animal rights.
Take her back to the green-eyed queen.
Find out what she wants,
because, you know,
you know what?
I’ll reimburse if you’re not won.
Oh, no.
And here arises the perfect storm,
the couple laughing as they run.
Rose garden filled with thorns.
My job is more than messy.
But this one’s smooth,
I’ll tell you that.
This one’s gold,
I’m promising.
The hippy, the lawyer: it’s hard to believe.
Coz perfection is beauty better than it always seems.
He’s handsome, he’s clever,
She thinks, “I’ll be his shame.
When he tells me it’s over,
He’ll be my best mistake.”
You’re the star-crossed Starbucks lovers,
they’ll tell you I’m to blame.
Coz you know I love the sugar,
and you love the cream.
Coz we’re not that tasteless,
let’s liquefy the stars.
It’ll stray her sleepless,
and find what dreamers are.
You’re the star-crossed Starbucks lovers,
they’ll tell you I’m to blame.
But she’s got a blank space, baby,
the cup bears his name.
If black and white, they’re the grey – only mortal.
He’s her air and her fire and her water.
All the money, oh, it’s all nothing, when it’s next to her.
All the business, in the jungle: she’s the colour.
So it’s gonna be forever,
a love they’ll never break
It’ll only be over,
when the world goes down in flames.
They’re the star-crossed Starbucks lovers.
the stars will cry my name,
how my arrow pierced that lawyer,
and drew the in that colourful dame.
I was young, I was reckless.
But that’s how all legends start.
If it’s Love you’re fightin’,
sorry for that nasty scar.
You got a long list of ex-lovers,
they’ll tell me you’re insane.
Look, I’ve got a blank space, baby,
sign up your name.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PARODY OF "BLANK SPACE" BY TAYLOR SWIFT ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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