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...