Collected Animals

I go to hair cutter
Third Friday monthly
Sometimes she rushed it
Oh I wish she'd touch me oh

Hair color, soft eyes
Drinks with her neighbor
And when she's feeling bad
Does things she wishes she wouldn't

And when I'm at home
I think of hair cutter
I do not mean to
You know me not to mean it

Hair color, some times
Things don't go like you want them to
You mean it

Hair cut, a little
What was she feeling?
A spark of something
For a lovely customer oh

Hair cutter, sometimes
Better than her often
She kept on working
And stained my hair color

Hair cutter
My hair cutter

Yes, yes

She said I don't know what that's for
I just walk through the door
As time went by
So slowly without you

Buxom, your sweater's tied
You've not been taking it easy, baby
Your passion is so, so fine
Won't you call me, lady?

And she looked at the door
But I don't know what it's for
And time goes by
So quickly beside you, and

Buxom, your sweater's tied
You've not been taking it easy, baby
Your passion is so, so fine
Won't you call on me, lady?

Then she walked through the door
Say that I know what that's for
And times goes by
So slowly without her

Without you