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