In the cafe

I just might be the girl
Who, one bright summerday
Sits opposite of you
In my fav’rite cafe

I’m waiting for you here
Behind the yellow table
The seats are lovin’ red
The waiter’s hands are stable

I’m reading or just stare
And drink a lot of tea
I hope that you one day
Will come and sit with me

(I am such a hopeless romantic)