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Some of them want to use you! Some of them want to be used by you! Some of them want to abuse you! Some of them want to be abused!

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A flirtatious folk ballad steeped in cheek, steam, and longing. Can’t Give Me Mornings Up tells the tale of a tongue-tied regular smitten by his daily barista, Polly. What begins as a cup of coffee turns into obsession—with hearts in the foam and wit in every swirl.

Crafted in the tradition of narrative British/Irish folk, this song blends charm, humor, and heart, perfect for sunrise rituals and quiet grins.

[LYRICS]

To Polly’s stall I came this morn,
For brew to soothe a night well-worn.
She says, “Same ol’, is it, luv?”
But in me head, ’twas “a bit o’ rough.”

And now I can’t give me mornings up.

This lass named Polly’s dear to me,
Though she plays daft and don’t quite see.
Her beans and steam she thinks I crave
Not Sugar and Spice the way I rave.

I says, “Let’s try a twist this day”
She raised a brow in cheeky way.
“A splash o’ cream? Or somethin’ tough?
Perhaps… a touch o’ muffin fluff?”

And now I can’t give me mornings up.

She leaned in soft, all cream and dare,
Says, “Sweet or bold?” with mischief rare.
Brushed me hand, then gave it off
I nodded dumb, near did I froth.

She swirls the milk with steady hand,
And draws a heart that ain’t so bland.
She grins and calls me “Sugarcup”
And now I can’t give me mornings up.

And now I can’t give me mornings up.

She draws a heart, then adds a kiss,
And asks, “Ye sure you ordered this?”
The foam may fade, but not this stuff
And now I can’t give me mornings up.

And now I can’t give me mornings up.

O Polly dear, don’t twist me knots,
I’d trade me boots for blushin’ spots.
This Polly lass, she loves her tease,
Like every swirl she pulls with ease.

She passed the cup, I took a sup,
One sharp wink near cracked me cup.
I mouthed a thanks, too dazed to stop ’er
By a country mile, she stirs me proper.

That’s Polly for you, lads; me fix,
A daily dose o’ steam and tricks.
Perhaps it’s time I flip the light
Sleep through morn and work at night!

She swirls the milk with steady hand,
And draws a heart that ain’t so bland.
She grins and calls me “Sugarcup”
And now I can’t give me mornings up.

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) (2005 Remaster)

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