If I Could See To Drive
A wooly caveman who has not bathed in years looks better than me
My hair is sticking up every which way
There is enough dirt under my nails to plant a tree
If I could see to drive I might get a haircut
I could just cut two little windows into my bangs
I have done it before
It always freaks the hairdresser out
She does not want me to tell anyone
Where I got my hair done after I do that.
It is not an easy fix apparently.
Where are my scissors?
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