I see the scissors in my hair. How can it dare bare my hair? I see the scissors in my hair. How can it dare bare my hair?

He picked up the scissors and comb, Attacked my hair like a bomb.... He picked up the scissors and comb, Attacked my hair like a bomb....

Oh! God, her senses are gone! It cries That awful moment has come, Oh! God, her senses are gone! It cries That awful moment has come,