Itchy,
Itchy, Itchy
Itchy, itchy, itchy but I’m not feeling bitchy.
This itch don’t bother me – not really much.
What’s some hair under the collar when I’ve got a great new look
From a Master in the best of the bunch?
Yesterday was feeling grumpy - witchy hair with words to match!
Even I’d run from my comp’ny were I able.
But today I’m free of fever when I look into the mirr-r
And see a brand new me with mind just as stable!
Any wonder why Addictions keep you comin' back for more -
It's jus' Steve’s scissors keeps your crowning cap in place!
Without him you’re a prison’r to your cowlicks moo-vy groovin’
And the moody blues of stubborn hair’s misplace!
© 2013, Marilyn R. Lane
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