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She was sitting there with foils in her hair
About two chairs down from me
Talking 'bout a boy in a Tacoma
How he went and picked her up on a date Friday last week
Funny how that day, he said he was working late
And he didn't make it home 'til three
Well, I ain't an eaves' dropper, but I heard his name-dropping
Now I'm crying and it ain't the bleach
Safe to say, I've had better day sittin' here at the hair salon
He always said that he likes brunettes
Well, I guess those days are gone
Sneak around with girls with golden curls
Shoulda seen it all along
What a way to find out he's going blonde
Oh, we shoulda known better than to try to be clever
'Cause this town's way too small
Big hair's full of secrets, but here, we don't keep 'em
'Cause us girls love to talk
When I start being honest, she'll have more to process
Than the platinum on her head
And when I get home, he's getting cut off
Quicker than these dead ends
Safe to say, I've had better day sittin' here at the hair salon
He always said that he likes brunettes
Well, I guess those days are gone
Sneak around with girls with golden curls
Shoulda seen it all along
What a way to find out he's going blonde
Word gets around and he should've known
Just like her roots are gonna do
True colors always show
Safe to say, I've had better day sittin' here at the hair salon
He always said that he likes brunettes
Well, I guess those days are gone
He went from being my everything
To just another cheating song
What a way to find out he's gonna find his stuff on the street
And have to give me back my spare key
And find somewhere new to sleep
Oh, what a way to find out he's going blonde