In the movie
plays of nowadays,
a romance always
must begin in June.
Sales in magazines have all their scenes,
a bluff laid in a garden meets the moon.
But I don't miss that kind of bliss,
all I want is this, a cup of coffee,
a sandwich an d you.
A cozy corner, a table or two.
A half an hour to cuddle an d coo
with lots of Hugging and kiss
ing in fumes.
I don't need music,
lobster, and wine.
Wherever your eyes gaze into mine,
the things I long for are simple and few.
Just a cup of coffee, a sandwich, and you.
If it is because you can't afford
more sandwiches and cof
fee, we will share.
But if it's to help you save and hoard more,
I can plainly see how much you care.
Now, if I were you flirting with me,
my advance would be,
I've got a thousand
and nothing to do.
I'd like to lend it or spend it on you.
I know I'm reckless,
but you are some girl.
So choose that necklace,
I'll buy every pearl.
Oh, Mr. Rubens, I'll take a chance.
Perhaps for coffee, but not for romance.
The things I long for are fewer than you.
A cup of coffee, a sandwich, and you.