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  • 作词 : Chrissie Hynde
    作曲 : Chrissie Hynde
    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!
  • 作词 : Chrissie Hynde
    作曲 : Chrissie Hynde
    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!