Somewhere Jimi Hendrix is singing “I Don’t Live Today.”
School is out.
It’s the first sunny day of spring and all over New York
all I see are the beautiful girls in love.
Sometimes two, sometimes three,
walking along the street are beautiful girls in love.
They all hate me, says a perfect brunette with nosering
to a blonde who tosses her immortal hair.
She is so wrong.
Who could hate that face? Not even a monster.
That hate? It’s all love.
They might not know it, but they show it.
They are beautiful girls in love.
Where would they ever find a boy this good?
Who’d even say they should.
Sometimes a boy will just eat his heart out.
It happens in New York.
A small sacrifice. It’s Spring. And they’re out there.
It’s sunny. The leaves are coming.
It’s the best to be beautiful girls in love.
And Jimi says, “Will I live tomorrow. Well I just can’t say.”