"Going Blonde" lyrics

She was sitting there with foils in her hair
About two chairs down from me
Talking 'bout a boy in a Tacoma
How he went and picked her up
On a date Friday last week
Funny how that day
He said he was working late
And he didn't make it home till three
Well I ain't an eaves dropper
But I heard his name dropping
Now I'm crying and it ain't the bleach

Safe to say I've had better days
Sitting here at the hair salon
He always said that he likes brunettes
Well I guess those days are gone
Sneak around with girls with golden curls
Should have seen it all along
What a way to find out he's going blonde

Oh we shoulda known better
Than to try to be clever
'Cause this town's way too small
Big hair's full of secrets
But here we don't keep 'em
'Cause us girls love to talk
When I start being honest
She'll have more to process
Than the platinum on her head
And when I get home he's getting cut off
Quicker than these dead ends

Safe to say I've had better days
Sitting here at the hair salon
He always said that he likes brunettes
Well I guess those days are gone
Sneak around with girls with golden curls
Should have seen it all along
What a way to find out he's going blonde

Word gets around and he shoulda known
Just like her roots are gonna do
True colors always show

Safe to say I've had better days
Sitting here at the hair salon
He always said that he likes brunettes
Well I guess those days are gone
He went from being my everything
To just another cheating song
What a way to find out
He's gonna find his stuff on the street
And have to give me back my spare key
And find somewhere new to sleep

Oh what a way to find out
He's going blonde