The alarm sounds early
and I get out of bed
go to the mirror and my hair's still curly,
and I think to myself "Oh, what a mess!"
And I comb through the jungle
begging and pleading it to stay on my side
because we are cursed to live together
and I hate when you refuse to stay out of my eyes.
So all of you out there
living the dream with straight hair
will never understand the torture
that twists and bends from on top of your head.
And they say the grass is greener,
well, my grass is too thick for me to control.
I'd need an industrial grade lawnmower
just to go out and look presentable.
But the tangles that I am cursed with
are forever part of me.
And I know there's someone out there
that will love them unconditionally.
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