When You Wash Your Hair

The red light of the evening The cotton that you wear They cover up your neck this way You're calm and naked, crying Washing off Chanel From the edges of your neck this way You did some things that you forgot Drinking wine and smoking pot You tried to be someone you are not And now the morning sweeps you up You take your evening outfit off You run your shower and lean back your head I love when you wash your hair I hear you tell me lightly You were quite a mess But I worship you no less this way You're quite the angel, Mary As you cut up last night's dress It lingers piece by piece this way You did some things that you forgot Drinking wine and smoking pot You tried to be someone you are not Now the morning sweeps you up You take your evening outfit off You run your bath and lean back your head And I love when you wash your hair I love when you wash your hair