I am sitting in the morning at the diner on the corner
I am waiting at the counter for the man to pour the coffee
And he fills it only halfway
And before I even argue he is looking out the window
At somebody coming in
It is always nice to see you,
says the man behind the counter
To the woman who has come in She is shaking her umbrella
And I look the other way as they are kissing their hellos
And I am pretending not to see them And instead I pour the milk
Pour the milk,
pour the milk,
pour the milk Pour the milk,
pour the milk,
pour the milk
And instead I pour the milk
And instead I pour the milk
And instead I pour the milk
And instead I pour the milk
I open up the paper There is a story of an actor who had died
while he was drinking It was no one I had heard of And I
am turning to the horoscope And looking for the funnies When
I am feeling someone watching me And so I raise my head There
is a woman on the outside looking inside Does she see me?
Well she does not really see me Cause she sees her own reflection
And I am trying not to notice That she is hedging up her skirt
And while she is straitening her stockings Her hair has gotten wet,
gotten wet,
gotten wet,
gotten wet,
gotten wet,
gotten wet,
gotten wet
hdain
hdain
What the hell's gotten wet?
It's not worth it
It's not worth it
It's not worth it