I'm grinding you up
to fit in my cup
don't look at me that way
You knew it was your time
to brew and shine
you are no good the way you are
except coated with chocolate
and I am a chocoholic
I'll get you one way or another
so quit all that screaming
turn into a ground
'cause I think I hear my mother
calling for her cup
to help her get up
little bean, I'm glad you were found