Hairdresser On Fire

Here is London, giddy of London
Is it home of the free, or what?

Can you squeeze me into an empty page of your diary
And psychologically save me?
I've got faith in you

I sense the power within the fingers
Within an hour, the power could totally destroy me
Or it could save my life

Oh, here is London
Home of the brash, outrageous and free
You are repressed, but you're remarkably dressed
Is it real?

And you're always busy
Really busy, busy, busy
Oh, hairdresser on fire
All around Sloane Square
And you're just so busy, busy, busy
Busy scissors
Oh, hairdresser on fire
(All of the day)

Was a client, over-cautious
He made you nervous
And when he said, "I'm gonna sue you"
Oh, I really felt for you (hmm)

So can you squeeze me into an empty page of your diary
And supernaturally change me?
Change me, change

Oh, here in London
Home of the brash, outrageous and free
You are repressed, but you're remarkably dressed
Is it real?

And you're always busy
Really busy, busy clippers
Oh, hairdresser on fire
All around Sloane Square
And you're just too busy
To see me, busy clippers
Oh, hairdresser on fire
All of the day



Credits
Writer(s): Steven Morrissey, Stephen Brian Street
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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