She works across the river from my house
I work at getting to know her
Over the bridge to the lonely town
To walk it's not that far
Some days I make it my mission to drive
Right passed her salon
I prefer to worship her from a car
I am going to the Jeans West acid-wash sale
Because I know that she'll be there
She cuts hair, she cuts hair
And acid-wash is what she like to wear when she cuts hair
Dreamin' 'bout the places we would go
It'd be like I won the lotto
I would have tickets on myself
If I offered my love and kisses
Would she come at me with her scissors?
A hearts declaration could be bad for my health
A mutual friend tells me: "Aww, she won't go for you Daz!"
But I say, I couldn't care
She cuts hair, she cuts hair
You can almost taste the peroxide in the air
When she cuts hair
And all I've got to show
Is a five dollar photo from the night club window
The sun is shining as I open my door
The neighbours wave as they water their lawns
I had to tell her, I knew it was time
I'd go to the salon and there I would wait for her lunch hour
She wouldn't be late
My mouth went dry as I practiced my lines
As the town-hall clock struck three, I delivered my soliloquy
She wouldn't give the time of day to me
But she gave my pride short back and sides Short back and sides
She gave my pride a short back and sides
Short back and sides, short back and sides
Now when I pass her way, I'll always try and hide
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