Shirin - Jens Lekman


E                     A
Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin
E                     A
Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin


     E              B
When Shirin cuts my hair
            C#m
it?s like a love affair
          A                 F#m
Let those locks fall to the ground
            B
or let them stay there


              A
I show her my passport
            B
what I look like
             F#m                 A
But she just smiles and lets me know
                B
it?s gonna be all right

Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin

Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin

When Shirin cuts my hair

her mama's sitting in the rocking chair

She tells me stories from the war

in Iraq cause they were there

Shirin pulls my head to the side

but in the mirror I can see

a tear in her eye

Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin

Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin


A              F#m
Your hands are soft
A               F#m              E
your hands are soft just like silk
E               C#m
You're a drop of blood
E                C#m                   A
You're a drop of blood in my glass of milk
A              F#m
Your hands are soft
A              F#m            E
your hands are soft just like silk
E                C#m
You're a drop of blood
E                C#m                  B
You're a drop of blood in my glass of milk


E , A x2

When Shirin does her magic
to my frizzy straws
Immigration and tax represantatives
stumbled upon the lot

But what if it reaches the government
that you have a beauty salon
in your own apartment

I won?t tell anyone!
Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin
I won?t tell anyone!
Shirin Shirin Shirin Shirin
I won?t tell anyone!