She's in a league of her own She wears cotton wool under her headphones She keeps her shoes in the fridge She says to swear at dogs is a sacriliege And maybe I'm just a s**er for a girl Who puts pictures of soap over the bathroom door So she knows when to buy some more 'Cos she cuts her own fringe And sometimes her sleeve is singed From cooking her dinner Dressed in her Saturday things She cuts her own fringe She keeps her phone in a tin So that the ringer sounds like an alien Taught her canary to sing "Ace of Spades" And then to trash its cage She's the kind of girl you would suffer for As long as she kept making as she slept That strange little claw That she hooks up around her jaw 'Cos she cuts her own fringe And sometimes her sleeve is singed From cooking her dinner Dressed in her Saturday things She cuts her own fringe And I gave her my heart She likes it a lot Says it's the best one she's got She cuts her own fringe And sometimes the cuttings cling Onto her eybrows and end up afloat in her drink It's enough to send all those anonymous addicts Back on the binge 'Cos she cuts her own fringe