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Silken hair, more silken hair |
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Fell on her face and no wind was blowin' |
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(She's goin' bald) |
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Silken hair, more silken hair |
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Lay near her pillbox, down at her feet |
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(She'd been on a trip) |
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I peeked in and when I saw |
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She'd lost her hair, I thought I would keel |
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(She's goin' bald) |
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When she saw her shining forehead |
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Didn't stop, she swooned to the ground |
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(Really flipped her wig) |
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Laughed so hard, I blew my mind |
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I blew my cool, I blew myself over |
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What a blow |
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Yeah, a blow |
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What a blow |
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Yeah, a blow |
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What a blow |
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She drew her comb across her scalp |
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And brushed what she had left |
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I tried to salvage what I could |
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And threw it in a sack |
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She made a beeline to her room |
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And grabbed all kind of juice |
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She started pourin' it on her head |
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And thought it'd grow it back |
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You're too late, mama |
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Ain't nothin' upside your head |
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No more, no more, no more, no more |
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Upside your head |
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You're too late, mama |
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Ain't nothin' upside your head |
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No more, no more, no more, no more |
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Upside your head |
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You're too late, mama |
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Ain't nothin' upside your head |
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No more, no more, no more, no more |
