when they think that I can't hear them I see them point and I see them stare There goes that stupid guy with the short blonde hair Short blonde hair
say...when they think that I can't hear them) I see them point and I see them stare There goes that stupid guy With the short blonde hair Yeah, I think
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they say...when they think that I can't hear them) I see them point and I see them stare There goes that stupid guy With the short blonde hair Yeah,
Italian girls, I like the French girls, And I like scandinavian girls, I like them tall girls, I like them short girls, I like them brown haired girls, I like them blonde hair
get security to escort us They go the long way but we take the short cut Give me the blond hair, long weave, short cut You know the flow sick, came
I like them, Brazilian boys, I like Porto Rican boys I like them, tall boys, I like them, short boys I like them, brown haired boys, I like them, blonde
the one who taught me how to lie Said I could always use you as my alibi And you kept me from knowledge, wisdom, and the most high Had me believe God had blonde hair
white chick who got underarm hair Or a ghetto white chick who be trying to act black With your name on your chain and your hair slicked back You can be
poms, bikinis and your panties off Rub on the lotion, baby oil, nice and soft Come here, baby, I'ma break U off Don't get me wrong now, I like 'em blond with long hair
Watch out, standing in the road ahead She got long blonde hair, all dressed in red Yea, now I'm all alone but there's a room for three Is she lookin'
I, I love the colorful clothes she wears And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair I hear the sound of a gentle word On the wind that lifts her
My eyes are the color Of martini olives I always drink two Never three My hair is plain brown Once I was blond Yellow Not towheaded I like to drink
Sit her down and you would not know where to start Theres more than one way to a mans heart But Thats Something that shell never know Short skirt - blonde hair hair
as the cars go by The light turned green and I started to bail Across the street, drunk as hell Seen a fine girl at the red light Her face her hair her
adore it Hallelujah, Mary loved her son Why don't my mother love me? Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it My hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
like the French girls and I like Scandinavian girls I like them tall girls, I like them short girls I like them brown haired girls, I like them blonde haired
