Mal Blum - Cut It Off lyrics

If I had my way Every day would be my day I would ask you out And you would say "okay!" And I'd come get you at 8 8 'o clock right on the dot 'Cause sometimes when I am late Then I can't get you to talk And it ruins our whole date And if I had my way we'd go out every night It'd be perfect every time and we'd never ever fight You know, you used to call me up when you were high And I never ever asked you So you never told me why No, you never told me, never told me why! Your hair is green, your hair is pink My head is young My heart can't think I drive my car, and I ride the bus And I stay too long And I ask too much Your hair was black 'Til it was blue I always had a crush on you You dye it back when you need to And I'm still deciding what to do But if I had my way, I would ask you to the prom You would want to meet my mom And you wouldn't even tease me For rhyming words in my songs 'Cause I wrote those songs about you But I hope you understand They were actually about me And I hope that you're not mad 'Cause if I had my way you'd kiss me on the lips And you'd wear that dress you like And I'd wear the suit that fits But when you lie to me you know it makes me sick 'Cause your phone didn't die, but your soul did. Your hair is green, your hair is pink My head is young My heart can't think I drive my car, and I ride the bus And I stay too long And I ask too much And your hair was black 'Til it was blue And I always had a crush on you And You dye it back when you need to And I'm still deciding what to do 'Cause I wrote those songs about you But I hope you understand They were actually about me And I hope that you're not mad 'Cause I wrote those songs about you But you'd better understand That they were actually about me And I don't care if you're mad That I wrote those songs about you That I wrote those songs about you That I wrote those songs about you And I play them at my shows That I write these songs about you That I write these songs about you That I write these songs about you And I make sure that you know That I write these songs about you That I play these songs about you That I sing these songs about you That I mean these songs about you That I write these songs about you That I write these songs about you That I write these songs- Goddamn, I'll write these songs Your hair was black 'til it was blue Just cut it off if you want to Just cut it off if you want to, I couldn't care less what you do.