Coffee & baby go perfectly perfect.
When we watch the steam rise,
Cheek kisses in moon light, sunrise.
We keep it super simple.
Jack & jane, hella plain.

Well, I think I'd die if these thoughts ever left our brain.

If I wrote a song about your face everyday 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.