I don't know why I suddenly get thirsty.
This is called "The Girl Who Hums to Me."
Went into a barbershop in New York City
and there was nobody in it but the barber and me
and a girl sitting in the corner filing her fingernails
and humming.
I think she was a manicurist.
Something about her-- that's the only reason I could think
of why she'd be sitting in the corner filling her fingernails
and humming.
And there was something about her,
about that moment that stuck.
"The Girl Who Hums to Me."
Slender and clear.
Sits on well-kept wonders which vibrate with her song.
The girl who hums to me.
Hums to herself.
Small breasts in her blouse.
The nipples are large.
I can feel them in her singing.
The girl who hums to me is dying.
I can hear it in her song.
It is too clear to continue unnoticed.
The girl who hums to me, hums to herself.
That most pure song.