a Phil Spector 'wall of Caribbean sound' pop/rock creation
Story behind the song
humming the notes to the couplet as I was walking by the barber shop where Miriam cuts my hair and just let my mind wander
Lyrics
Miriam / Blachura
Knows my wave like the back of her hand Miriam, Miriam
Does a number on my head like nobody can Miriam, Miriam
Works as a barber at the end of the strip Miriam, Miriam
Cuts so good she make a five dollar tip Miriam, Miriam
It’s really all relative when you add the pieces up
She may in truth really be a bore
But when she moves around the chair with her scissors and her combs
Everything gets left on the cutting room floor
And she’s always right
Knows my wave like the back of her hand Miriam, Miriam
Does a number on my head like nobody can Miriam, Miriam
No splitting hairs with that lady at the chair Miriam, Miriam
Always gets what she want just doesn’t seem fair Miriam, Miriam
She drives a little ‘off-road’ looks like she’s always camping out
She may in truth live in luxury
But when she dusts you off and removes her barber shawls
She always seems so loose and so free
Br. Friday night she goes out with a Mariachi Band
She dance so good she makes me wish I was her man
And it’s always right
Knows my wave like the back of her hand Miriam, Miriam
Miriam, Miriam
Does a number on my head like nobody can Miriam, Miriam
Miriam, Miriam