NOT SURE IF YOU MAKE ME COFFEE ANYMORE Marius Presterud NOT SURE IF YOU MAKE ME COFFEE ANYMORE Or just leave me yours But you do Rouse me The CK One in the hallways and doorways of our home Your hazy voice on the telephone The way you gently close your door to masturbate And how your hidden moans Find their own way to me I see you’ve put your toothbrush in my glass again Do I put it back In its hole? Should I be hanging my coat On top of yours? (Of course) I won’t ask I’ll keep it to myself I have to keep my senses You don’t always return my stuff
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