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
