Shirin Lyrics - Night Falls Over Kortedala - Jens Lekman

Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin 

Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin 

When Shirin cuts my hair 

It's like a love affair 

Let those locks fall to the ground 

Or let them stay there 

I show her my passport 

What I look like 

But she just smiles and lets me know 

It's gonna be all right 

Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin 

Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin 

When Shirin cuts my hair 

Her mama's sitting in the rocking chair 

She tells me stories from the war 

In Iraq cause they were there 

Shirin pulls my head to the side 

But in the mirror I can see 

A tear in her eye 

Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin 

Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin 

Your hands are soft 

Your hands are soft just like silk 

You're a drop of blood 

You're a drop of blood in my glass of milk 

Your hands are soft 

Your hands are soft just like silk 

You're a drop of blood 

You're a drop of blood in my glass of milk 

When Shirin does her magic 

To my frizzy straws 

Immigration and tax represantatives 

Stumbled upon the lot 

But what if it reaches the government 

That you have a beauty salon 

In your own apartment 

I won't tell anyone! 

Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin 

I won't tell anyone! 

Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin 

I won't tell anyone!