Don't Cut Your Hair Lyrics - Break Up The Concrete - Pretenders

Don't cut your hair 

Don't cut your hair 

Don't cut your hair, don't cut your hair 

Don't cut your hair, whatever you do! 

From Impanema to the Copacabana 

Woh, the monkey (?) their asses for a piece of bananna 

Pornstar (?) 'cause they're all after the money 

But ya never got a taste of baby (?) love ya honey 

Oh don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't-don't 

Don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't, yeah! 

Whatever you do! 

Beefsteak, clothes in a box of erasers 

Oooh, they love the dirty paper with elderly faces 

If I could see you in your glory baby, even for a minute 

I'll give up my shelter and everything that's in it 

Oh don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't-don't 

Don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't-don't 

Don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't, yeah! 

Don't cut it, don't chop it 

It's like the bomb if you got it don't drop it 

If you got a man then go ahead and flaunt it 

Any guy is lying if he says he doesn't want it 

Any guy is lying if he says he doesn't want it 

Eeee-yeee! 

From Miami to the Sunset Strip 

All the guys... 

Though you look like a girl (?,?) from afar, 

Close that curtain mama doesn't know what you are 

Oh don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't-don't 

Don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't-don't 

Don't cut your hair 

Don't cut your hair 

Don't cut your hair 

Whatever you do!