No One Likes An Old Person In the Usa
When my hair was blonde I did not see
I looked pretty close to age one hundred and three.
Why people crossed the street wherever I’d be
Was a complete utter consternation to me.
No one likes an old person in the USA.
They run from us all night and day.
My hair will never be blonde again.
Burgundy hair dye for me is a win.
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