The scent of fresh cologne, the hum of clippers near
A mirror catching faded dreams, reflections crystal clear
She moves with perfect rhythm, scissors in her hand
A gentle voice that soothes my mind, I barely understand
Fading lines and sharper edges
She shapes the world so easily
Every word, a calm confession
Every touch, a remedy
Barber woman, you’ve got me here
Caught between the style and fear
Barber woman, in your chair
I lose myself without a care
The cape around my shoulders, the smell of aftershave
I watch her work like poetry, each motion strong and brave
A faded cut, a brand new look, she gives me something bold
And in her eyes I see a spark, a story left untold
Maybe I’ll come back next week
Pretend my hair grew fast
Just to feel her steady hands
Make this feeling last
Barber woman, you’ve got me here
Caught between the style and fear
Barber woman, in your chair
I lose myself without a care