I got you in the palm of my hand, wanna put something hot in you, so hot that you can't stand. That you can't stand. Gonna take you to my lips, empty out every last drop, so thirsty for what's in you baby that I can't stop. I can't stop. In the middle of the night, I'm in bed alone, don't care if you're glass, paper, styrofoam, when I need some water, baby, coffee or jam, you're the only thing I wanna put them in. My cup, my cup, saying what's up to my cup, my cup, more of a friend than a silly pup. My cup, my cup, you know what it is, saying what's up to my cup, saying what's up to my cup, saying what's up to my cup.