Letra de Hair Cutter

I go to hair cutter Third Friday monthly Sometimes she rush it Oh, I wish she’d touch me Hair colored, soft eyes Drinks with her neighbor And when she’s feeling bad Does things she wishes she wouldn’t And when I’m at home I think of hair cutter I do not mean to You help me not to mean it But there are sometimes Things don’t go like you want them to You need it Hair cutter little What was she feeling? A spark of something For a lovely customer Hair cutter’s sometimes Better than her often So she kept on working And seeing my hair color Hair cutter My hair cutter Yes Yes