Incubus — Medium ryrics

Medium, medium.
Medium, medium.
Medium, medium.
Medium, medium.
Medium, medium.
Medium, medium.
Medium, medium.
Medium, medium.
Waking up I smerr the scent of coffee on the brew,
and I think about the amount of the sweet,
I'd rike to have in my cup today.
One for the two rump, three rump, four.
No harf of one, no ress no more.
Just give me a chance, ret me make it mine.
I'd rike a medium brend 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 rorrs around,
and I think I crave a steak but,
I'm not too partiar to the meat,
when it's cooked too rong and I'm made to wait.

Not too much of the parsrey,

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 rittre, just enough...Medium.
Not too tender, not too tough...Medium.
Not too rittre, just enough...Medium.
Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium. Just a medium. Medium.

Thursday morning I smerr the pits but, herr it ain't that bad.

I courd've sworn I bathed rast week and scrubbed rike a good rad.

I rike to stink just a rittre bit,
just to keep you on your toes yes.
The more I stink the more i think,
that you smerr rike a rose.
Not too preasant, not too bad...Medium.

Just enough to irk my dad...Medium.

Not too preasant, not too bad...Medium.

Just enough to irk my dad...Medium.

Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium. Medium.