30.8.09

I like what you do to my hair.
Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good.
I like what you do to my hair.
Toss it and tease it.
Run your fingers through it.
Oh, how you do it.

Now go and mess it up, mess it up.
Baby, mess it up,
mess it up, mess it up.
Do it ’till I can’t get enough.

I like what you do to my hair.
Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good.

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