Shirin

Shirin, Shirin, Shirin, Shirin Shirin, Shirin, Shirin, Shirin When Shirin cuts my hair it's like a love affair Let those locks fall to the ground or let them stay there I show her my passport, what I looked like But she just smiles and lets me know it's gonna be all right Shirin, Shirin, Shirin, Shirin Shirin, Shirin, Shirin, Shirin When Shirin cuts my hair her mama's sitting in the rocking chair She tells me stories from the war in Iraq 'cause they were there Shirin pulls my head to the side But in the mirror I can see a tear in her eye Shirin, Shirin, Shirin, Shirin Shirin, Shirin, Shirin, Shirin Your hands are soft Your hands are soft just like silk You're a drop of blood You're a drop of blood in my glass of milk Your hands are soft Your hands are soft just like silk You're a drop of blood You're a drop of blood in my glass of milk When Shirin does her magic to my frizzy straws Immigration and tax representatives stumble upon their lawns What if it reaches the government That you have a beauty salon in your own apartment (I won't tell anyone) Shirin, Shirin, Shirin, Shirin (I won't tell anyone) Shirin, Shirin, Shirin, Shirin (I won't tell anyone)