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...