My hair is in a dizzy mess, it wants to fly away;
No matter how I comb it down, it simply will not stay.
The slightest breeze and up it flies, and covers all my
face;
It often seems on windy days that we are in a race
To see if I can push it back more quickly than it flies
Up and down and everywhere, getting in my eyes.
Although I like the longer length, I sometimes feel I ought
To take the plunge and change my style and wear it very
short.
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