Hair Duty

[Intro] Scrreeeeeaaaaam! Scream! [Verse 1] Chatters' chairs, that smell of hair spray Lunch break fadin', I'm in for a matinée Old lady barber, scissors in hand Questions comin' faster than I can understand [Instrumental] [Verse 1] Strolled into Chatters, clueless and unaware Old lady with shears, a stare that could ensnare "Whaddya want, darlin'? A trim or a crop?" Words stuck in my throat, like a deer in the headlights, I froze [Chorus] Rapid-fire questions, a barrage of queries Head tilted, thoughts wilted, no time for theories Crooked cut, lunchtime in a rut Just nod and smile, pay the price, no rebuttal