Medium de Incubus

Medium, medium.
Waking up I smell the scent of coffee on the brew
and I think about the amount of the sweet
I'd like to have in my cup today.
One for the two lump, three lump, four.
No half of one, no less no more.
Just give me a chance, let me make it mine.
I'd like a medium blend of that piece of pie.
Not too bitter, not too sweet... Medium.
Just enough to start my beat... Medium.
Not too bitter, not too sweet... Medium.
Just enough to start my beat... Medium.
Dinner time just rolls around
and I think I crave a steak but
I'm not too partial to the meat
when it's cooked too long and I'm made to wait.
Not too much of the parsony
and just enough of the spice.
I think I'd enjoy a medium-rare dish with a side of fries.
Not too tender, not too tough... Medium.
Not too little, just enough... Medium.
Not too tender, not too tough... Medium.
Not too little, just enough... Medium.
Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium.
Just a medium. Medium.
Come Thursday morn' I smell the pits
but hey, it aint that bad I could of sworn I bathed last week
and scrubbed like a good lad I like to stink just a little bit
just to keep you on your toes yes.
The more I stink the more I think
that you smell like a rose.
Not too pleasant, not too bad... Medium.
Just enough to hurt my dad... Medium.
Not too pleasant, not too bad... Medium.
Just enough to hurt my dad... Medium.
Medium. Medium. Medium.
Medium. Medium. Medium.