Bad Haircuts Songtext
I want to hear your stories from childhood
See all of the pictures of your bad haircuts
I want to talk about your kindergarten crush
We can talk all night, you can pick about what
I want to know what you like and more
Where were you born?
What’s your least favorite chore?
Do you like peanut butter crunchy or smooth?
Margaritas or wine?
See all of the pictures of your bad haircuts
I want to talk about your kindergarten crush
We can talk all night, you can pick about what
I want to know what you like and more
Where were you born?
What’s your least favorite chore?
Do you like peanut butter crunchy or smooth?
Margaritas or wine?
If you had to choose (or both)
Maybe I’m jumping the gun
Maybe I’m moving to fast
I’m probably saying to much
I tend to do that
Maybe I misread your signs
And maybe I’m out of my mind
But what if my heart isn’t wrong?
Where were you when you got your first kiss?
Are you the favorite child to your parents?
Favorite movie?
Biggest regret?
What are you hoping for, to get on this Christmas?
Where do you want to go?
What’s your biggest dream?
If you had it all just who would you be?
And last, but not least
If you could pick anything, what would your superpower be? Maybe I’m jumping the gun
Maybe I’m moving to fast
I’m probably saying to much
I tend to do that
Maybe I misread your signs
And maybe I’m out of my mind
But what if my heart isn’t wrong?
And this is right where I belong
Maybe I’m jumping the gun
Maybe I’m moving to fast
I’m probably saying to much
I tend to do that
Maybe I misread your signs
And maybe I’m out of my mind
But what if my heart isn’t wrong?
Where were you when you got your first kiss?
Are you the favorite child to your parents?
Favorite movie?
Biggest regret?
What are you hoping for, to get on this Christmas?
Where do you want to go?
What’s your biggest dream?
If you had it all just who would you be?
And last, but not least
If you could pick anything, what would your superpower be? Maybe I’m jumping the gun
Maybe I’m moving to fast
I’m probably saying to much
I tend to do that
Maybe I misread your signs
And maybe I’m out of my mind
But what if my heart isn’t wrong?
And this is right where I belong
