Ledisi - Meeting Marcus on a Thursday lyrics
[Ledisi - Meeting Marcus on a Thursday lyrics]
Waiting for this man to come
Waiting in the small cafe
He reminds me of a tall, black coffee
He arrives through me on time
Dressed in his black suit and new attire
A black hat tilted to the side
What a wonderful thursday
Like the stroke of his hand
Playing the strings on his bass
With a glance I dance to the music he makes
He lights a cigarette
The way he blows his smoke you can't forget
I'm so glad I have a chance
To meet him on this day
Meeting Marcus on a Thursday you better play
Like the stroke of his hand
Playing the strings on his bass
With a glance I dance to the music he makes
He lights a cigarette
The way he blows his smoke you can't forget
I'm so glad I got a chance
To meet him on this day
Meeting Marcus on a Thursday