Shirin

Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin

Shirin Shirin Shirin ShirinWhen Shirin cuts my hair

It's like a love affair

Let those locks fall to the ground

Or let them stay thereI show her my passport

What I look like

But she just smiles and lets me know

It's gonna be all rightShirin Shirin Shirin Shirin

Shirin Shirin Shirin ShirinWhen Shirin cuts my hair

Her mama's sitting in the rocking chair

She tells me stories from the war

In Iraq cause they were thereShirin pulls my head to the side

But in the mirror I can see

A tear in her eyeShirin Shirin Shirin Shirin

Shirin Shirin Shirin ShirinYour 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 milkYour 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 milkWhen 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 apartmentI won't tell anyone!

Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin

I won't tell anyone!

Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin

I won't tell anyone!