Dedicated to that young lady in black over-coat this freezing morning in the subway waiting for the train, enjoying warm cocoa ..and making some puffs of smokes rite next to me!!

“Next to the coffee shop”

It was early morning; she was standing by the coffee shop
I was right there all alone looking for my missing love
Next to the coffee shop while searching for my missing love
It had to be her, my missing love, I thought
Could be or could be not
Wanted to clear it out, gave it a blind shot
She gave me a gripping nod,
In that cold, I burned like a hot rod.
I did it weather she liked it or not
Right next to the coffee shop while looking for my missing love.

While the fumes of hot cocoa were rising up above
Few inches of thick fog separated me from my love
I wanted to slip right inside her coffee-cup
Without being noticed, I wanted to get dissolved
I wanted to be the drops that were touching her lips
Taste sweeter every time she were taking her sips
Weather she liked it or not, I wanted to give it a shot
Right outside the coffee shop, while searching for my missing love.

The thick fur was keeping her warm deep inside
Out in the curb while she was waiting for the ride
I wanted to be her coat that was killing her chill
Wrap her up inside my arm with such a thrill
Without being noticed, wanted to give her a gentle hug
But before I had my chance, she vanished in that thick fog
Weather she would’ve liked it or not
I ‘had wanted to give it a blind shot
Right outside the coffee shop, while searching for my missing love.
Right outside the coffee shop, while looking for my missing love.