Hot Hot Heat Lyrics
Haircut Economics Lyrics
Tank top bottoms up, you forgot to show up.
Hey man, what's the problem,
what's the scene, why are you so mean to me.
All the time, all of the time.
You need roots, just like mine.
Hard to explain, hard to define.
Situations are satisfaction.
Gimme gimme the name and number of the barber that gave you that haircut.
Let me get all talkative, set it straight up, you know I won't shut up.
Long, longer, longest.
It's just haircut economics.
Don't sell out to those haircut demigods.
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