My Haircut
why is it like this for me
it's not the way it's mean't to be
now i'm in a total rut
all because of my haircut
oh!it's all right for you to smirk
it's not you who looks a jerk
and now i feel so loud and gaudy
a totally messed up crowning glory
how i miss my flowing hair
and my neck so cold and so bare
i pine for my ratty locks
and for my head a suitable box
or maybe a high collared mac
and console myself it will grow back
they say it'll be just the same
but where to hide my face ,my shame
I've decided that it shouldn't have been done
and that i defiantly can't go on the run
so i have to live my life of doom
in the loneliness of my bedroom.
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