You give me chair, with nerves on high
Mirror reflects, but it's just not my style
Then she picks up those scissors, with a twinkle in her eye
Says, "Trust me, darling, gonna make you fly"
She works her magic, with her scissors and her comb
In her hands, I find a beauty all my own
With every snip and every curl, I feel a brand new start
In her chair, I'm transformed, a work of art
Clip by clip, she shapes my dreams
Whispers of confidence, in her gentle themes
With every strand, she paints a story
Of a woman emerging, in all her glory
She works her magic, with her scissors and her comb
In her hands, I find a beauty all my own
With every snip and every curl, I feel a brand new start
In her chair, I'm transformed, a work of art
As she spins me 'round, to face the mirror
I see a vision, clearer and clearer
No longer hiding, behind locks and strands
I step out bold, in her gifted hands
With every snip and every curl, I feel a brand new start
In her chair, I'm transformed, a work of art