Don't Cut Your Hair

(One, two, three) She was high-class Drives too fast Cigarette ash on the dash Wasting her 20s on me She was Springsteen Acts so mean Crashing cars, but says she's clean And now I'm falling asleep You make things over-complicated And I feel manipulated And you seem so aggravated with me You think you're the queen of the world Oh, but no, you're just a girl Who cares too much about what people think I hope you don't cut your hair 'Cause it looks far too brittle bleached And it looks better black than pink I hope you don't cut your hair If you don't wanna hear me speak Then don't come crying back to me I hope you don't cut your hair Oh, I hope you don't cut your hair And I was star struck, trying to fuck I mistook you for just dumb luck It wasn't easy to see Romantic eyes, little white lies Took the shirt off random guys Who all looked kinda of like me You make things over-complicated And I feel manipulated And I know that you are wasted with me (wasted!) You think you're the queen of the world Oh, but no, you're just a girl Who's talking shit and selling it cheap I hope you don't cut your hair 'Cause it looks far too brittle bleached And it looks better black than pink I hope you don't cut your hair If you don't wanna hear me speak Then don't come crying back to me I hope you don't cut your hair Oh, I hope you don't cut your hair I hope you don't cut your hair Oh, I hope you don't cut your hair