I called up Bernadette, she had a 10am
Thank god she had the time to squeeze me in
My blonde was getting brassy, my roots were coming in
I let her do the talkin’, let her spill the tea
I pay for the colour but the dramas free
It’s usually nothin’ special
Nothin’ concerning me
Well Casey’s having a baby
The high school football team won state
And my best friend’s mama’s husband is sleeping around
Everybody’s up to something
I heard your name from three chairs down
They said you bought a ring
And you found the one
Now I’m heartbroke
Heartbroken in a hair salon
I’m lookin’ out the window hoping they don’t see
The tear in my eye, I can hardly breathe
In the last place I thought you’d ever get to me
Pretend I’m listenin’ as she goes on and on
Don’t care who’s selling weed to the preachers son
I’m stuck on how you moved on
Guess it’s a damn good day to go blonde
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