Shirin

Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin 
Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin 

When Shirin cuts my hair 
it’s like a love affair 
Let those locks fall to the ground 
or let them stay there 

I show her my passport 
what I look like 
But she just smiles and lets me know 
it’s gonna be all right 

Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin 
Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin 

When Shirin cuts my hair 
her mama's sitting in the rocking chair 
She tells me stories from the war 
in Iraq cause they were there 

Shirin pulls my head to the side 
but in the mirror I can see 
a tear in her eye 

Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin 
Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin 

Your hands are soft 
your hands are soft just like silk 
You're a drop of blood 
You're a drop of blood in my glass of milk 

Your hands are soft 
your hands are soft just like silk 
You're a drop of blood 
You're a drop of blood in my glass of milk 

When Shirin does her magic 
to my frizzy straws 
Immigration and tax represantatives 
stumbled upon the lot 
But what if it reaches the government 
that you have a beauty salon 
in your own apartment 

I won’t tell anyone! 
Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin 
I won’t tell anyone! 
Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin 
I won’t tell anyone!