Don't Cut Your Hair
words and music by Jackson Rohm

Sometimes it's curly and sometimes it's straight
Back in a ponytail or down in your face
It always looks perfect on you
I can't help but stare
Baby please, please, please don't cut your hair

Jet black, or light brown, or strawberry blonde
Get all of the highlights and color you want
It always looks natural to me, Baby I swear
Oh please, please, please don't cut your hair

You can blow all my money on fake spray-on tan
Lipstick and makeup, I don't give a damn
Spend all afternoon at the day spa, I really don't care
Baby please, please, please don't cut your hair

In bed in the morning, you lie there asleep
Over your shoulders like a blanket of fleece
Softer than any fine silk you'll find anywhere
Baby, please, please, please don't cut your hair

Oh go out and buy some more red high heel shoes
Go ahead and get that pink flower tattoo
If that makes you happy, you won't hear a peep from me dear
Oh please, please, please don't cut your hair

You can give away tour tank tops and skimpy short skirts
All your tight blue jeans and sexy t-shirts
It doesn't much matter to me the clothes that you wear
Baby please, please, please, baby please, please, please
Don't cut your hair