A little rough
A little harsh
Inappropriate
You know the word is abusive
That's conducive to what went down
I don't know how you live with yourself I
Don't know how you lay in that bed
Mattress thick with denial and deflection
Lipstick on a pig
You march to his beat like a soldier
You're hot in pursuit of that yacht
You march to his beat like a soldier
Left right left you give him all that you got
You got style
You got money
Hand in hand with his disrespect
You march to his beat like a soldier
You march to his beat
He's a potent mix of repugnant and pathetic your
Eyes wide closed
Hard to be sympathetic
You sanction his actions
How am I supposed to look at you now
I guess down is the direction
I don't know how you live with yourself I
Don't know how you lay in his bed
Again he leaves you to pick up the pieces
Bird twist in the wind
You march to his beat like a soldier
You're hot in pursuit of that yacht
You march to his beat like a soldier
Left right left you give him all that you got
He cuts hair
You make money
Hand in hand with his disrespect
You march to his beat like a soldier
You march to his beat
Oh
See that puppy
Dance around Margaret
Dance around Margaret
Dance around Margaret
See that puppy
Dance around Margaret
Dance around Margaret
Dance around Margaret
Dance around Margaret
Hey
A little rough
A little harsh
Inappropriate
We know the word is abusive
That's conducive to what went down
And then he played the slandering game that
Culprit lays beside you in bed
Instead of holding his feet to the fire
The Stepford Wife steps in
She march to his beat like a soldier
She's hot in pursuit of that yacht
She march to his beat like a soldier
That social climb he gives it all that he's got
He cuts hair
They make money
She sold her soul for his disrespect
Oh
She march to his beat like a soldier
You march to his beat
Palm Beach 6-1
Everyone's under the gun
Oh yeah
You march to his beat like a soldier
Such is the life of the Haircutter's Wife
Such is the life of the Haircutter's Wife
Such is the life of the Haircutter's Wife
Jason Shand - THE HAIRCUTTER'S WIFE (Radio Edit) Lyrics
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A little rough
A little harsh
Inappropriate
You know the word is abusive
That's conducive to what went down
I don't know how you live with yourself I
Don't know how you lay in that bed
Mattress thick with denial and deflection
Lipstick on a pig
You march to his beat like a soldier
You're hot in pursuit of that yacht
You march to his beat like a soldier
Left right left you give him all that you got
You got style
You got money
Hand in hand with his disrespect
You march to his beat like a soldier
You march to his beat
He's a potent mix of repugnant and pathetic your
Eyes wide closed
Hard to be sympathetic
You sanction his actions
How am I supposed to look at you now
I guess down is the direction
I don't know how you live with yourself I
Don't know how you lay in his bed
Again he leaves you to pick up the pieces
Bird twist in the wind
You march to his beat like a soldier
You're hot in pursuit of that yacht
You march to his beat like a soldier
Left right left you give him all that you got
He cuts hair
You make money
Hand in hand with his disrespect
You march to his beat like a soldier
You march to his beat
Oh
See that puppy
Dance around Margaret
Dance around Margaret
Dance around Margaret
See that puppy
Dance around Margaret
Dance around Margaret
Dance around Margaret
Dance around Margaret
Hey
A little rough
A little harsh
Inappropriate
We know the word is abusive
That's conducive to what went down
And then he played the slandering game that
Culprit lays beside you in bed
Instead of holding his feet to the fire
The Stepford Wife steps in
She march to his beat like a soldier
She's hot in pursuit of that yacht
She march to his beat like a soldier
That social climb he gives it all that he's got
He cuts hair
They make money
She sold her soul for his disrespect
Oh
She march to his beat like a soldier
You march to his beat
Palm Beach 6-1
Everyone's under the gun
Oh yeah
You march to his beat like a soldier
Such is the life of the Haircutter's Wife
Such is the life of the Haircutter's Wife
Such is the life of the Haircutter's Wife
A little harsh
Inappropriate
You know the word is abusive
That's conducive to what went down
I don't know how you live with yourself I
Don't know how you lay in that bed
Mattress thick with denial and deflection
Lipstick on a pig
You march to his beat like a soldier
You're hot in pursuit of that yacht
You march to his beat like a soldier
Left right left you give him all that you got
You got style
You got money
Hand in hand with his disrespect
You march to his beat like a soldier
You march to his beat
He's a potent mix of repugnant and pathetic your
Eyes wide closed
Hard to be sympathetic
You sanction his actions
How am I supposed to look at you now
I guess down is the direction
I don't know how you live with yourself I
Don't know how you lay in his bed
Again he leaves you to pick up the pieces
Bird twist in the wind
You march to his beat like a soldier
You're hot in pursuit of that yacht
You march to his beat like a soldier
Left right left you give him all that you got
He cuts hair
You make money
Hand in hand with his disrespect
You march to his beat like a soldier
You march to his beat
Oh
See that puppy
Dance around Margaret
Dance around Margaret
Dance around Margaret
See that puppy
Dance around Margaret
Dance around Margaret
Dance around Margaret
Dance around Margaret
Hey
A little rough
A little harsh
Inappropriate
We know the word is abusive
That's conducive to what went down
And then he played the slandering game that
Culprit lays beside you in bed
Instead of holding his feet to the fire
The Stepford Wife steps in
She march to his beat like a soldier
She's hot in pursuit of that yacht
She march to his beat like a soldier
That social climb he gives it all that he's got
He cuts hair
They make money
She sold her soul for his disrespect
Oh
She march to his beat like a soldier
You march to his beat
Palm Beach 6-1
Everyone's under the gun
Oh yeah
You march to his beat like a soldier
Such is the life of the Haircutter's Wife
Such is the life of the Haircutter's Wife
Such is the life of the Haircutter's Wife
Writer: Edwards Jason
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