I woke up this morning and what did I see
last night a fairy had visited me
It was the Frizzy Fairy to be exact
and now my hair is all out of whack
It's so much taller than when I went to bed
It's even wider than the rest of my head
I feel like I have lost control
my neighbors must think that I'm part troll
I wash my hair and put in some gel
Get ready for the day, oh what the hell...
The weatherman says "it's drizzling outside"
I guess I'll just stay home and try to hide
No rhyme or reason to my kind of hair
It does what it wants, it really doesn't care
I talk, I beg and I sometimes swear
Cause' the Frizzy Fairy isn't really that fair
1 comment:
One of these day's maybe I'll be able to see what the fairy left you.
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