French press girl

In the night I find her shaking next to me
Dark, half-naked, idiot girl
When I wake up she leaves
And she is beautiful and bitter
French press girl

I go out I know I’m just mirroring the world
All I wanted was to feel her warmth
All I wanted was to be a man

I come home she’s rhythmic in the sheets
Beautiful, bitter girl
Come French press me

All I wanted was
All I wanted was
All I wanted was to feel her warmth
All I wanted was to be a man