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Cut my hair, I like it short;
Keep it neat to please my lord.
My lord is you staring back at me:
Rough and red; eyes, blue/green.
I think you're good enough,
Weak from pacing the room;
Yeah, I think you're good enough...
I'm strong, or your fool,
Or what you said was true;
Yeah, I think you're good enough...
You cut your hair, I like it short.
You keep it neat for me or yours?
Keeps the hand south of the heart;
Warm and wet, eyes all scarred.
I think you're good enough,
Weak from pacing the room;
Yeah, I think you're good enough...
I'm strong, or your fool,
Or what you said was true;
Yeah, I think you're good enough...
They cut Your hair, watched You bleed,
Pierced Your wrist, pierced your feet.
My Lord is You, back from the dead:
Savior then, Savior yet...
I think you're good enough,
Weak from pacing the room;
Yeah, I think you're good enough...
I'm strong, or your fool,
Or what you said was true;
Yeah, I think you're good enough...
I think you're good enough...
