I know Im not wanted here, as I sit and wait
Just watching my son have his hair cut
Should be so easy to do, yet this feels such an alien place
Sure the girls are all good looking, the room is clean and warm and the magazines are all in date
The coffee forever free flowing and the musics relaxed and sedate
But my problem is I have no hair and feel right out of place
Im a bald man in a Barbers shop, an insult to their trade
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