Shave My Head - Sløtface, Slutface

I could shave my head for you

And make sure you see me do it

Throw dishes at your head

'Cause it’s what you were expecting

Have you pick my bloody head up off the floor

Boy, they warned you this was not worth fighting for

Is this what you thought it would be like?

Maybe, baby — you thought I’d be crazy

I am fine to walk alone

I don’t need you there to walk me home

I’ll handle fights with house keys and my phone

'Cause I’d rather put together my IKEA chairs

With glasses of red wine to your explaining their design

I could beg you not to leave

Have you call me on the hour

And feign heartbreak every time

You leave the room but

That all seems like so much work to me

And I’m sorry, man, I guess that I would rather just be lazy

Is this what you thought it would be like?

Maybe, baby — you thought I’d be crazy

I am fine to walk alone

I don’t need you there to walk me home

I’ll handle fights with house keys and my phone

'Cause I’d rather put together my IKEA chairs

With glasses of red wine to your explaining their design

I’d never shave my head for you

I’d never shave my head for you

I’d never shave my head for you