I Talk to My Haircut

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I wear a cheap suit, I look at my wristwatch Talk to my haircut and read The Times Ate breakfast with the bellhop Went to the men's room and fixed my ties Every hair in place every strand divine I made a note of the bellhop He said your legs were fine They said he pushed her with the barrel of pliers When we happen to be surprised And he didn't use your tinsеls Death-defying death has suppliеd Its such a (?) story Somthing nice from the (?)