I don't want straw hair, no junk
My long hair has to slide and shine
My hair is my flaw, I like it when it twists
I like it when they touch and touch my taste buds
But the more the days go by the more I am undecided
In the echo of the ice a future baldness
Should I cut or tone
My line disgusts me and I swell
So many years passed I never knew how to barely style my hair
I cross the stage of the dressing table I'm disgusted
So many stops on my line if I had ever succumbed to the pain of ending up mad to link leads to the capillotracted roads,
My future is baffled by an army of toothed scissors
But I would have to cut or glorify my too old hair full of nostalgia
He begs me threatens to leave him here on the brink of a capillary anxiety attack
I officiate it is embodied in my skull and launches me bets a battle
In my hair for a specific coup on my head that looks like homicide
I want hair with gel and spikes
To be able to look like a big bad guy
I want hair with gel and a crest
To be able to look like a shark
I want hair with a bowl cut
To be able to taste lots of cereals
I want hair with curlers
To have pretty spaghetti-shaped hair
I want a Californian wavy effect,
To say waf waf look like a dog
I want a Brazilian straightening for my hair
To pretend to be a Brazilian
I want hair with volume
So that it flies when I walk fast
I want hair with braids and bells at the end
To make it sound when I'm shaking I shake
Hard to choose, wear a haircut
Whatever I find, I get worse, I want to look better
The scissors trap me, the mower is agitated
She attaches, sticks to my skull
Like a parasite
I want hair with a ponytail
Be in college of letters and call me Gwendal
I want hair on the edges not in the middle,
I don't see why this cup would only go to old people
I want long hair to make a bun
In the rides I want to be a pompom
I want oily hair with dandruff to appreciate the cinema have more perspective
I want hair with chopsticks in it,
Meet deer seem attractive to them
I want dry hair with lots of dreadlocks,
Say "Babylon" spend my life as a roommate
I want hair with a nice cap,
To say "wesh wesh yo I smell the croquette"
I want hair with two strands hanging down,
Around the world I want to become a legend
I want hair that can stand the test of time,
So I could go back to space
I want hair with lots of holes in it,
Being a sponge that erases all traces
I want hair (x3)
Chopped off !