Although my blonde hair has always been a friend of mine
I’m leaving my locks in your hands.
People say I’m crazy and that I am blind
Risking my hair with your hands.
And how you’ve got me blonde is still a mystery
I can’t get it out of my hair
Don’t care who you’ve messed up in your history
As long as you dye my hair.

I don’t care who you are
Where you’re from
What you did
As long as you dye me
Who you are
Where you’re from
What you did
As long as you dye me

Every little color you have dripped and dyed
Feels like it’s deep in my scalp
Doesn’t really matter if its really fried
As long as you color me

I don’t care who you are
Where you’re from
What you did
As long as you dye me
Who you are
Where you’re from
What you did
As long as you dye me

I’ve tried to hide it so that no one knows
But I guess it shows
When you look close at my roots
Who you’ve dyed and where you’re coming from
I don’t care
As long as you dye me

I don’t care who you are
Where you’re from
What you did
As long as you dye me
Who you are
Where you’re from
What you did
As long as you dye me