:: Wednesday, October 04, 2006 ::
The Hair Dresser
She said “My life’s a country song.” As I sat down for a trim “Tell me how it all went wrong, Close on the sides and blend it in.”
"It ended between me and him…” She went on and loosened my collar She tucked the tissue round my neck All this for eleven dollars.
The clippers buzzed The scissors whirred Her fingers in my hair The clippers buzzed The scissors whirred I pretended not to care
We talked about our dogs and kids And the college football season But it still came back To that no good ex Who cheated for no good reason
The clippers buzzed The scissors whirred Her fingers in my hair The clippers buzzed The scissors whirred I pretended not to care
By then the cut was finished Short the way I like it I paid in cash, left a tip bought some gel So I could spike it.
I went by a week from then To sing this country song I peeked in and asked around They said that she was gone
The clippers buzzed the scissors whirred her fingers in my hair The clippers buzzed the scissors whirred I couldn't find her anywhere
:: Tom 11:17 AM [+] ::
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