She works across the river from my housenI work at getting to know hernOver the bridge to the lonely townnTo walk it's not that farnSome days I make it my mission to drivenRight passed her salonnI prefer to worship her from a carnI am going to the Jeans West acid-wash salenBecause I know that she'll be therenShe cuts hair, she cuts hairnAnd acid-wash is what she like to wear when she cuts hairnnDreamin' 'bout the places we would gonIt'd be like I won the lottonI would have tickets on myselfnIf I offered my love and kissesnWould she come at me with her scissors?nA hearts declaration could be bad for my healthnA mutual friend tells me: Aww, she won't go for you Daz!nBut I say, I couldn't carenShe cuts hair, she cuts hairnYou can almost taste the peroxide in the airnWhen she cuts hairnnAnd all I've got to shownIs a five dollar photo from the night club windownnThe sun is shining as I open my doornThe neighbours wave as they water their lawnsnI had to tell her, I knew it was timenI'd go to the salon and there I would wait for her lunch hournShe wouldn't be latenMy mouth went dry as I practiced my linesnAs the town-hall clock struck three, I delivered my soliloquynShe wouldn't give the time of day to menBut she gave my pride short back and sides Short back and sidesnShe gave my pride a short back and sidesnShort back and sides, short back and sidesnNow when I pass her way, I'll always try and hide