YGUANA — New Woman

Give me the scissors,
I need to cut my hair.
Got all the reasons,
I need to- Give me the scissors, I need to cut my hair.
Oh,
oh, oh, oh. Got all the reasons, I need to clear the air.
Oh. I gotta chop, chop, chop it off.
Yeah. I'm a new woman, yeah.
Chop, chop, chop it off. Yeah.
I'm a new woman, yeah. 'Cause I feel like nothing works in my favor.