First you buy me a mocha. Then you let me help you hide a body. Now you take me to a biker clubhouse. Best. Day. Ever.
Last comes the beverage of the Orient shore, Mocha, far off, the fragrant berries bore. Taste the dark fluid with a dainty lip, Digestion waits on pleasure as you sip.
Coffee and chocolate-the inventor of mocha should be sainted.
Cook, at that moment in time, I would have sold my body for a mocha latte