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Do do do do, do do do do



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



Do do do do, do do do do

Do do do do, do do do do



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'm 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



I open up the paper

There's 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 horoscopes

And looking for the funnies

When I'm feeling someone's watching me

And so I raise my head



Do do do do, do do do do

Do do do do, do do do do



There's a woman on the outside

Looking inside does she see me?

No she does not really see me

She sees her own reflecion

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



Oh this rain it will continue

Through the morning as I'm listening

To the bells of the cathedral

...And I'm thinking of your voice



Do do do do, do do do do

Do do do do, do do do do