Cut Your Hair

Do the stars shine the same over there

While she runs her fingers through your hair

The hair I won't cut anymore

Now you're with your Australian whore

She can have you I don't care

I'll never have to cut your hair

She can have you I don't care anymore

Hey where's some good food in this town?

I wouldn't know I can't keep anything down

The thought of you both on your knees

Rearranging all her CD's

So sharp the shears, so many years we were together

She can have you I don't care

I'll never have to cut your hair

She can have you I don't care anyway, hey hey