Three Stories On High Street,

A Beanery Down Below;

I Make That Trip Everyday,

I'm A Face That They All Know.



With A Guitar In My Hand,

And A Thousand Words To Say;

She Brings Me A Drink,

And Then Quietly Walks Away.



No Matter How I Feel,

Her Smile Makes Me All Right;

My Feelings For Her,

I Keep Them Bottled Up Inside.



She's The Most Beautiful Thing In This World,

She's The Coffee Shop Girl...



I Fill The Holes In The Air

As They Talk Among Themselves;

People's Hopes And Dreams

Transcend Like Angel's Tails.



Just A Glance Across The Room

As She's Standing By The Door;

Staring Out The Window,

And Wondering If There's Anything More.



No Matter How I Feel,

Her Smile Makes Me All Right;

My Feelings For Her,

I Keep Them Bottled Up Inside.



She's The Most Beautiful Thing In This World,

She's The Coffee Shop Girl...



The Night Winds Down,

As I Play My Last Refrain;

The Candles Have All Burned Out,

And Only A Few Remain.



Her Lonely Heart Fades,

As They Shuffle Through The Door;

Enchanted With The Revelry,

Of The Nights Like This Before.



No Matter How I Feel,

Her Smile Makes Me All Right;

My Feelings For Her,

I Keep Them Bottled Up Inside.



She's The Most Beautiful Thing In This World,

She's The Coffee Shop Girl...