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Tiffany Evans - Hair lyrics
Iâ??m in disarray
Iâ??m un-count
N I love you sugar
Yay this is what u do
When you run your fingers threw my hair
In the morning Iâ??m feeling like a sexy super star
Woah woah u were at my party wanna make me say
Ur the only one that keeps me singing la la la
I like to smell your t-shirt
I like the way you are
But most of all I likey likey
I like what you do to my hair.
Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good
I like what u do to my hair
Tussle it, tease it, run your finger threw it while u do
Now gone mess it up, mess it up,
baby mess it up, mess It up,
mess it up, do it till I canâ??t get enough boy
I like what u do to my hair.
Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good
Iâ??m in imperfect
So un me
But I love it sugar
See this is what u do
You give my ponytail a sage
My bangs are laughable
But I donâ??t mind
Cause I think its kinda super cool
Woah woah u weer at my party wanna make me say
Your the only one that keeps me singing la la la Tiffany Evans - Hair - http://motolyrics.com/tiffany-evans/hair-lyrics.html
I like to smell your t-shirt
I like the way u r
But most of all I likey likey
I like what u do to my hair.
Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good
I like wa u do to my hair
Tussle it, tease it, run your finger threw it while u do
Now gone mess it up, mess it up,
baby mess it up, mess It up,
mess it up, do it till I canâ??t get enough boy
I like what you do to my hair.
Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good
ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Tonight Iâ??m gonna fix it up real nice
Not sure if I should have curls
Cause I want u mess it up
I put on and go
Cause I want u no
Iâ??m got your name on my heart
Your wicked baby
And I like the way u do it baby
I like what u do to my hair.
Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good
I like what u do to my hair
Tussle it, tease it, run your finger threw it while u do
Now gone mess it up, mess it up,
baby mess it up, mess It up,
mess it up, do it till I canâ??t get enough boy
I like what you do to my hair.
Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good