Leather chairs, that go up and down
Whilst wrapped up in silky gown
the snap, snaps, and the snip, snips
Amongst the bleached tips
Colourful rainbow pots of dye
The sound of the blow dry
The finely crafted number 2
short back and sides, or just a crew?
Chitter chatter, directed at you
Your eyes glance over the shampoo
Staring in the reflection of the mirrors
Amid the sound of cutting scissors
Razors and shavers, and a barbers blade
Always tempted to have a shave
When you leave, a new person
You know you've answered a simple question
It's not about the hairdressers
but the hairdresser!
