I feel you slipping through my fingers
Oh, and it's a stinger
But i'll try to pretend
If you still love me won't you listen
Oh, clenching your fists but
I'm feeling the clips in
Your hair now
You're mad now (uh)
You need some air now (yeah)
I'm in your hair, oh yeah
I see you moving with ambition
Oh, wearing your boots and
Forgetting your mister
I'm just your anger's ammunition
The flame to your ignition
But once I start to run my hands through
Your hair now
You're not so mad now (yeah)
Now you care, oh yeah
I'm in your hair, oh yeah
Don't go running around
To please these other boys
To please those other boys
And don't try to go changing your style
To please these other boys
You need no other boy
And don't go dyeing your hair
To please these other boys
You need no other boy
And you try too hard
To please these other boys
You need no other boy
Oh