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Took a decade Of dead hair styling To know I'd never learn The pressing comb The curling iron The mastering Of the perm See, I remember times I wouldn't leave my home "Girl, why you ain't going?" "Humph, cuz My hair ain't combed!" It wasn't going to be combed It just wasn't going to be So, today I stand before you Contented as NAPPY Nappy cuz I like it I like the way it feels Nappy cuz it's nap-tural Nappy cuz it's real See, it's mine I ain't bought it Learn to appreciate it Through self consciousness There ain't very much At the beauty shop I can say I've missed So, my hair is nappy I'm Happy & I'm free! From my hot pursuit Of no lye lying products My Cosmotolocaptiviy Yea, I got nappy edges Got a nappy kitchen Running front to back I need not schedule myself For no touch up Cuz natures covered that Can I touch it? Do you wash it? How you get your hair To do that? Don't ask me How I've done it I just blame it on the nap
When my man
You see
Roxanne
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