She Cuts Hair

She works 'cross 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 'Cause I know that she'll be there She cuts hair She cuts hair And acid-wash is what she likes to wear When she cuts hair Dreaming '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? Love's 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 'Cause she cuts hair She cuts hair You could almost taste the peroxide in the air When she cut 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 A 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