Well, I call my woman, Coffee, 
'Cause she grinds so fine. 
I call my woman, Coffee, 
'Cause she grinds so fine. 
She's like a percolator, 
She's ready any time. 

She's no ground-round virgin. 
She's smooth as she can be. 
She's no ground-round virgin. 
I said she's as smooth as she can be. 
She's a fresh-roasted mamma, 
When she gives her love to me. 

She's no high-class woman, 
But I don't need no fox. 
She's no high-class woman, 
But, buddy, I don't need no fox. 
When she wakes up in the mornin', 
I'm the only male in her box. 

That's why I call my woman, Coffee, 
Beause she grinds so fine. 
Yeah, I call my woman, Coffee, 
Because she grinds so fine. 
She's no high-class a-woman, 
But she's mine, all mine.