ever since I met her
it's all I've ever known,
blonde hair to her shoulders,
a girl that I could call my own.
hair salon on main street,
that is where it all came out
she was not a blonde haired girl
a bleachy all along,

my girl, she was the world to me
bleached blond , and that's a tragedy
my girl the roots a mystery
they're darker every day

it hit me like a hammer,
felt slimy like a slug,
how did I know the difference, because the drapes it matched the rug?
I know she's allright,
I know she's loving me
now I know the game she played
was all a big game to me

my girl, she was the world to me
bleached blond , and that's a tragedy
my girl...the roots a mystery
they're darker every day

blonde blonde blonde
she been blonde so long,
she been blonde blond blond so long
blonde blonde blonde
she been blonde so long,
she been blonde blond blond so long

I left for her a message,
at the salon where she goes
try to find your natural colour,
is it there, my god who knows?
maybe a little redness, aburn around the ears
but you know, it really doesn't matter,
as long as she brings me beers

my girl, she was the world to me
bleached blond , and that's a tragedy
my girl the roots a mystery
they're darker every day

blonde blonde blonde
she been blonde so long,
she been blonde blond blond so long
blonde blonde blonde
she been blonde so long,
she been blonde blond blond so long