One More Cup of Coffee (April 1976)

Your sister sees the future
She was born to read my mind
She overstates her beauty
But then her words are not that kind

Your sister sees the future
She was born to read my mind
She’s always in the room
But she’s so hard to find

Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself
You’ve never learned to read or write
There’s no books upon your shelf

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