[Intro]
Steam whispers, dawn on the counter.
[Verse]
Shy barista whispers to the grinder, soft and bright,
Line cook plots mischief behind the kitchen light,
Dreams of first prize shimmer in the steaming night.
[Chorus]
Sip the beat, pour your heart on the street,
Sip the beat, let the chorus lift you to your feet.
[Bridge]
A cheeky plan fizzes out as courage takes the stage.
[Outro]
Crowd cheers, cups held high, the cafe shines.
