: these four letters carved we were crossing out our whole lives. she left nothing but the miles that i can get apart from her. we\'re split in two by
hair, hair, hair, Hair, hair, ha-ha-ha-hair, Hair, hair, hair, Hair, hair, ha-ha-ha-hair. As free as my hair, hair, hair, Hair, hair, ha-ha-ha-hair Hair, hair
And less like it's math When you pull on my hair And bite me like that Something more like a song And less like it's math When you pull on my hair And
just don't believe it's fair To judge a girl by the length of her hair Take two words like "hip" and "square" The truth will shine and not your hair
the morning comes then she's gonna beg for more, I'm talking 'bout, blonde hair, blue jeans, I'm talking 'bout, I'm talking 'bout, Blonde hair, blue
fireflies Honest answers are often lies Tumble your still in the air The landing waits to ensnare You?ve been caught failing your flair I?ve been lost taming your hair
head with hair Long beautiful hair Shining, gleaming, Streaming, flaxen, waxen Give me down to there hair Shoulder length or longer hair Here baby, there mama Everywhere daddy daddy Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
: There?s a black-haired girl Sittin? behind the bullet-proof glass And she takes my money Before I go and pump some gas As the cold rain falls on the
: Wir haben uns kennengelernt, auf dem Metall-Konzert, erste Reihe vorne links. Wir bangten wie verruckt, von der Musik verzuckt, da kam vom Schicksal
: Black is the colour of my true love's hair His face is soft and one rose fair the purest eyes and the strongest hands I love the ground whereon he
: (spoken) Give me a little bit of volume on this You're a heart-breakin' soul shaker I've been told about you I've see ny'on the midnight show girl
your hair (thanks) I love your hair (cool) The rain keeps fallin' on my head now Messin' up my hair now messin' up my hair The rain keeps pourin' in my
hair make me a better person? (Whoa, whoa, whoa) Does the way I wear my hair make me a better friend? Oooh (Whoa, whoa, whoa) Does the way I wear my hair
I am not my hair I am not this skin I am a soul that lives within [Verse 3: India.Arie] Good hair means curls and waves Bad hair means you look like
behind Hands on this Waist of mine And I don't know Where this will lead But I'm hoping You tell me Out here Whipping my hair All crazy Baby Doin' it
In a vine covered Shack in the mountains Bravely fighting The battle of time There's a dear one Who's wept Through life's sorrows It's that silver Haired
, scarlet ribbons for her hair. If I live to be a hundred, I will never know from where came those ribbons, lovely ribbons, scarlet ribbons for her hair
: [Originally by Crosby, Stills, Nash, & Young] Almost cut my hair It happened just the other day It's gettin kinda long I coulda said it wasn't in
