I Talk to My Haircut

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 (?)