Shirin

Shirin - Jens Lekman E A Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin E A Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin E B When Shirin cuts my hair C#m its like a love affair A F#m Let those locks fall to the ground B or let them stay there A I show her my passport B what I look like F#m A But she just smiles and lets me know B its 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 A F#m Your hands are soft A F#m E your hands are soft just like silk E C#m You're a drop of blood E C#m A You're a drop of blood in my glass of milk A F#m Your hands are soft A F#m E your hands are soft just like silk E C#m You're a drop of blood E C#m B You're a drop of blood in my glass of milk E, A x2 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 wont tell anyone! Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin I wont tell anyone! Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin I wont tell anyone!