Lyrics: Robin Daniel Skinner
Music: Jules Verschueren
Often I am upset that I cannot fall in love
But I guess this avoids the stress of falling out of it
Are you (you) tired of me yet?
Iām a little sick right now but I swear
When Iām ready I will fly us out of here
Cut-cut hair, leave
Cut my hair
Cut-cut hair
Yes, but strangely he feels at home in this
Yes, but strangely he feels at home in this
Often I am upset that I cannot fall in love
But I guess this avoids the stress of falling out of it
Are you (you) tired of me yet?
Iām a little sick right now but I swear
When Iām ready I will fly us out of here
Cut-cut hair, leave
Cut my hair
Cut-cut hair
Yes, but strangely he feels at home in this
Yes, but strangely he feels at home in this