My Hair

Set my alarm, to wake me at eleven
The sun was shining in my face when I awoken
My mom yelled at me that my friend was here at seven
I just rolled over, prayed that I was dreaming
I knew I wasn’t when my dog bit me on my nose
Crawled out of bed, slipped a felt hat on my head
I ran downstairs, saw my friend was standing there
Looked in the mirror, saw my hair was everywhere
You talk talk, you talk about the future
How you think that it’s funny if they’ve got no brain
Doesn’t matter if they’ve got no hair
Doesn’t matter if they look like yarn Look like yarn look like yarn
Oh, Lynette! I thought we had a deal:
You cut your hair and I go out with you
You didn’t cut your hair! I’m gonna go out with my grandmother
She’s dead, Lynette, I’m gonna dig her up and go out with her
Go! I’m outta here!
Went back upstairs, and looked into my mirror
In my reflection, I saw it so much clearer
I didn’t know, that I was so ugly
If it was dark in Central Park no one would even mug me