across the river from my house
I work at getting to know her
Over the bridge to the lonely town
To walk it's not that far
Some days I make it my mission
to drive right past her salon
I prefer to worship her from the car
I am going to the jeans, wears,
Cos I know that she'll be there
And she cuts hair, she cuts hair
And acid wash is what she likes to
Dreamin' bout the places we would go
It'd be like I won the lotto
I would have tickets on myself
If I offered my love and kisses
Would she come at me with
Ah, she won't go for you, Dad
But I say I couldn't care
You could almost taste the
And all I've got to show you
Here's a five dollar photo
from the nightclub window
The sun is shining as I open my door
I had to tell her, I knew it was time
I'd go to the salon, and there I would wait
For her lunch hour, she wouldn't be late
As the town hall clock struck three
She wouldn't give the time of day to me