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 Do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do 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'm turning to the horoscope, and looking for the funnies But I'm feeling someone watching me, and so I raise my head There's a woman on the outside, looking inside, does she see me? No she does not really see me, cause she sees her own reflection And I'm trying not to notice, that she's hitching up her skirt And while she's straightening her stockings, her hair has gotten wet Do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do Do do do do do do do do do do