Stove/Smother

You still wonder if you understood

The way I felt about the stove

At my friend Peter's house

I wish you'd slow it down

I thought you'd listen to me

I wish you'd try to stop and show me

But you couldn't even slow it down a bit

At least for me

You still wonder if you understood

The way I felt about the stove

At our friend Eric's house

I wish you'd leave me be

I thought you'd listen to me

I wish you'd try to stop and listen

There's other ways I could get it

You know that, don't you

You know that, don't you

You know that, don't you

You know that, don't you

See the colors in your hair

Tangled knots out in your hair

Running fingers as you swear

Looking up with eager stare

Red dots in as black comes out

Who smells so strong, you talk about

The other girls are big or dumb

But colored hair won't make you comb

I watch you sigh and I watch you shout

While you struggle to get your colored mess out

And won't you help me dry my eyes

You mother tries to comb the knots out

You cry and yell while you cut your knots out

I watch you hair fall past your eyes

I saw your hair slowly die

I saw your hair slowly die

I saw your hair slowly die

I saw your hair slowly die