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Pousse CafeI sat and sip Pousse CaféThe others think, it's just a drink How can they know of a lesson, it starts It's like my heart, it's in 3 parts Why do I drink Pousse Café? Oh, I don't know, it once was so I can't tell that it's a toast to a grand It's on my lips, I will listen Once you're lips caress me tenderly All that love, love that would not go astray And tears are just a memory And a lonely drink of Pousse Café Only one more Pousse Café An aperitif can't bring relief I'm a moth who got too close to the flame I play for keeps, you play the game And so I linger here and sip Pousse Café |