Coffee and baby go perfectly perfect When we watch the steam rise Cheek kisses in moon light, sunrise We keep it super simple Jack and Jane, hella plain Well, I think I'd die if these thoughts ever left our brain If I wrote a song about your face every day, babe We'd make a fortune, maybe live off the words we say We'd live off the fame We'd live off the fame If I wrote a song about your face every day, babe We'd make a fortune, maybe live off the words we say We'd live off the fame We'd live off the fame