Mum, I know you'll think I'm potty,
but at last I think I've found him.
He's young but he's mature, he's
not at all like other men.
Simon says one day we'll marry and
we'll have a dozen children.
I said, well I'll have two love, you
can have the other ten.
Mum, I've got this job at
Antoine's.
That's a salon on the west side.
The clients love my accent.
They all say,
Gee, you're neat.
A shampoo's called a rinse,
and a blow -dry's something filthy.
Outside the shop on
Wednesdays,
three nuns tap dance in the street.
There are lots of things I miss,
No one makes a normal sandwich.
You need
Goliath's mouth to eat the ones
New
Yorkers buy.
I long to find a drink that
hasn't got an ice cube in it.
And for a
Wool's
Pork
Sausage, I swear I would gladly die.
Simon lives in
Greenwich
Village, that's the trendy part of
New
York.
He shares a lot with an attorney
with the unlikely name of
Dwight.
Dwight says he'll get my green card
unless you and dad are
Cuban.
So if you haven't lied,
Mum, I ought to be alright.