A New Woman
YOUR CURLS
She envies my waves and curls
Tired of her thick luciously soft straight hair that never twirls
Said its boring
Said mine is interesting
Fun and bouncy
Bubbly and pouncy
Twirly
Whirly
So envious she is with hot irons in her hands
Looking at mine is all she stands
In the mirror for hours twirling her hair round
And round
Waiting for a curl
She wants to hurl
It never looks like mine
But why all the whine
Your hair is beautiful
Its full
And lovely too
Its true
Tired of her thick luciously soft straight hair that never twirls
Said its boring
Said mine is interesting
Fun and bouncy
Bubbly and pouncy
Twirly
Whirly
So envious she is with hot irons in her hands
Looking at mine is all she stands
In the mirror for hours twirling her hair round
And round
Waiting for a curl
She wants to hurl
It never looks like mine
But why all the whine
Your hair is beautiful
Its full
And lovely too
Its true
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YOUR CURLS
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