Pretenders - Don't Cut Your Hair lyrics

Don't cut your hair don't cut your hair
Don't cut your hair, don't cut your hair
Don't cut your hair, whatever you do!

From Impanema to the Copacabana
Woh, the monkeys their asses for
A piece of banana pornstars, playboys
They're all after the money
But ya never got a taste
Of baby love ya honey

Oh don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya
Don't don't don't ya, don't ya, don't
Ya, don't ya, don't, yeah!
Whatever you do!

Beefsteak, clothes in a box of erasers
Oooh, they love the dirty paper
With the ugly faces
If I could see you in your glory baby
Even for a minute
I'll give up my shelter and
Everything that's in it

Oh don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya
Don't don't
Don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya
Don't don't don't ya, don't ya, don't
Ya, don't ya, don't, yeah!

Don't cut it, don't chop it
It's like the bomb if you
Got it don't drop it

If you got a man then go ahead and flaunt it
Any guy is lying if he
Says he doesn't want it
Any guy is lying if he
Says he doesn't want it yeah!

Eeee-yeee!

From Miami to the Sunset Strip all the guys
Though you look like a girl (?,?) from afar
Close that curtain mama doesn't
Know what you are
Oh don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya
Don't don't
Don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya
Don't don't don't cut your hair
Don't cut your hair don't cut your hair
Whatever you do!