She Cuts Her Own Fringe Lyrics

She's in a league of her own
She wears cotton wool under her headphones
She keeps her shoes in the fridge
She says to swear at dogs is a sacriliege
And maybe I'm just a sucker for a girl
Who puts pictures of soap over the bathroom door
So she knows when to buy some more
'Cos she cuts her own fringe
And sometimes her sleeve is singed
From cooking her dinner
Dressed in her Saturday things
She cuts her own fringe

She keeps her phone in a tin
So that the ringer sounds like an alien
Taught her canary to sing "Ace of Spades"
And then to trash its cage
She's the kind of girl you would suffer for
As long as she kept making as she slept
That strange little claw
That she hooks up around her jaw
'Cos she cuts her own fringe
And sometimes her sleeve is singed
From cooking her dinner
Dressed in her Saturday things
She cuts her own fringe
And I gave her my heart
She likes it a lot
Says it's the best one she's got

She cuts her own fringe
And sometimes the cuttings cling
Onto her eybrows and end up afloat in her drink
It's enough to send all those anonymous addicts
Back on the binge
'Cos she cuts her own fringe