Tricky:
One, one, two, one, one, two,
Move over, move over, yeah you heard what I said, move over

Martina:
I feel so lonely, haven't slept a wink
I walk the floor, and watch the door
And in between I drink black coffee
Love's a hand-me-down brew
I'll never know why sunday in this weekday room
I'm talking to the shadows, one o'clock till four
And Lord how slow the moments go
All I do is pour black coffee
Since the blues caught my eye,
I'm hanging out on monday,
But sunday dreams too dry
They say a man is born to go a lovin'
And a woman is born to weep and fret
To stay at home and drown her past regrets
In coffee and cigarettes
I'm moody all the morning, moody all night
And in between I drink black coffee
Black coffee