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Hair You've got to have hair You've got to have hair Those with natural red are rare (And known to have a feisty glare They're wild like a frisky mare. Their fuse is short; they rip and tear.) You've got to have hair You've got to have hair Without it people simply stare. It would, I think, give mum a scare Mums and dads should all beware, some kids will do it for a dare You've got to have hair You've got to have hair Without it, careful what you wear, your skin-head skin would rub and ware. No matter if you're dark or fare, a baldie must take more sun-care. You've got to have hair You've got to have hair So rather be bald as a pear, some grow theirs long until they're fuzzy-wuzzy like a bear. But that is neither here nor there. You've got to have hair Yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah! (c) TJ McGowan, MrsMyth |
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