Coffee, cigarettes, no chaser

Sunday morning;
The end of the week;
Check day on Monday.

Two spoons of coffee; a half-pack of cigarettes,
But to my realization, foul play being on my mind,
Who has been drinking my coffee and smoking my cigarettes?

As my lady lies on the bed, three-thirty in the morning,
I turn to look at her over my shoulder.
She must have stayed up all night watching TV,
Drinking my coffee and smoking my cigarettes, no chaser.
Another realization:
She is always coping the last two spoons and a half pack of squares.

Coffee, cigarettes, no chaser.
Now I'm looking at four in the morning,
Two spoons of coffee,
No milk,
No Sweet
And Low.

Coffee, cigarettes, no chaser.