She Cuts Hair - Darren Hanlon

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