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clean it up later
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Drop your best behaviour, baby
We'll clean it up later

Cut my hair above the shoulder (shoulder, shoulder)
So no

'Cause I'm trying to find my reason
But I end up in despair
And then I notice you doing that thing with your hair
And I got nothing on my mind but love

or bellow
Horse hair on the cello, long notes to the dead rose
Cornrows, do the shimmy and the zigzag
All tied up, know karma got the last laugh
Skin

a real nigga, nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm everywhere, you ain't never there and your man's a square
And I got long hair, and I don't care
But

to
Started driving not knowing where I was gonna go
And you appear, hair blowing outside the window
Saying, "I know a place we could go"

Little light,

The wind that strokes your hair
The crack within the pattern
The empty in the air

Even if I, if I want to
I can't let go
Can't unlove you
Even if I,

spice, You’re real nice 
So baby, be my 
Paradise, Paradise

We’re driving through the town, 
Windows down, my hair against the breeze 
Your hands around

have the money

And I have been thinking about letting my hair grow
I have been thinking about cutting it short
I have been thinking about dying it

Well hear me out when you came into that bar
I dropped my glass and also I dropped my heart
Long legs, shiny hair, poudy mouth: I was expecting

The moustache on his lip is pencil thin like the middle path through his hair
And although his friends call him Blokkies, his wife would call him

Verse 1:
The first time I saw your hair I became an addict
I figured I would grow mine just like yours so 
I wouldn’t waste time running after

route, I will pull my hair out
I can use an incarnational break
Your relentless incantations, mantras, revelations
Om mani padmi… ho hum… rama lama lama

just a pain in my neck and your hair is a wreck
I know you're whispering things behind my back
I don't care a whit - Wouldn't waste a why
Leave me alone

Josh Maison Superstar

I dye my hair for every single time you fuck me up
Hit me where it hurts, baby, you're a sucker punch
And after all this

shouldn't even be a part of your doctrine
I got friends and family who grew up in the east
Cradle of civilization, and raised to believe
Blonde hair, bright

dream I feel so insane
I really miss her purple presence and her purple stain

On my pillow sheet
Left by her purple hair
Left me with a purple gaze

you if your last name changed
Even if you don't reciprocate
I'll be with you (I'll be with you)

When your hair is on fire and you can't feel your

Early morning
I wake up next to her one early morning
Run my hand through her hair and say good morning
As she opens her eyes

Make her dinner
I

She was so daring
Yet insecure
There was no cure

When you’re good you’re good
But when you’re bad you’re better (bis)

Tallulah, honey
Red hair

you if your last name changed
Even if you don't reciprocate
I'll be with you (I'll be with you)

When your hair is on fire and you can't feel your

'pare
When I think about it, I'ma stare
You can tell he stressin' by his hair
We got forty bands, do the math
I remember I had Staph
All I had to do

Wade D is whack.
He ain't dirty, he ain't ghetto, and he definitely ain't no kid.
His hair Whack

His gear: Whack
His jewelry: Whack
His foot

see the fault lines

They see the scars I'm hiding, tongue I'm biting
Weight crushing my chest so tightly
Reasons I compare myself
The hair that

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