Please Mr.Custer

Over in the valley of the stars Filled with bow arrows and Grass Laying on their bellies crawling Around Trying to keep our hair I think we need to contact Mr Custer Come on Mr Custer help us Please For we want look good without Our hair It’s so cold over in this valley You can tell how the stars twinkle And drop the confetti Frost is dripping off the moon Freezing us straight down to our Shoes Please, Mr Custer Bring us some thermal socks Don’t forget the long johns for it’s Gave my knee frost bite Who you out their? Waiting to take our scalp Dating will be no more for Who want a bald head woman? So we’ll fighting to keep our hair Into this valley of the stars It’s just know kidding around Even thou the valley light’s up So beautiful It’s just a figment of your illusion Come on Mr Custer Please move a bit faster If not we”ll be force to stay in this Permanent pose With icicles hanging as confetti Down in this valley of the stars With icicles being our tomb..