Hair - Ashley Tisdale

I’m in disarray

I’m unkempt

And I love ya, sugar

Yeah this is what you do

When you run your fingers through my hair

In the morning I’m feeling like a sexy superstar

Wow, wow

You rock my party

Wanna make you say

You’re the only one that keeps me singing la la la

I love to smell your t-shirt

I like the way you are

But most of all I like it — like it

I like what you do to my hair

Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good

I like what you do to my hair

Toss it and tease it

Run your fingers through it

Love how you do it

Now go and mess it up, mess it up

Baby, mess it up

Mess it up, mess it up

Do it 'till I can’t get enough

I like what you do to my hair

Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good

I’m imperfect

So I’m me

But I love ya, sugar

See this is what you do

You get my ponytail beside my bangs unlockable

But I don’t mind 'cause I think it’s kinda super cool

Wow, wow

You rock my party

Wanna make you say

You’re the only one that keeps me singing la la la

I love to smell your t-shirt

I like the way you are

But most of all I like it — like it

I like what you do to my hair

Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good

I like what you do to my hair

Toss it and tease it

Run your fingers through it

Love how you do it

Now go and mess it up, mess it up

Baby mess it up

Mess it up, mess it up

Do it 'till I can’t get enough

I like what you do to my hair

Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good

Tonight I’m gonna fix it up real nice

I’ll surely tell grab the girls

I want you to mess em' up

I’ll put on a bow

‘Cause I want you to know

That you got your name on my heart

You’re wicked bad

And I like the way that you do it baby

I like what you do to my hair

Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good

I like what you do to my hair

Toss it and tease it

Run your fingers through it

Love how you do it

Now go and mess it up, mess it up

Baby mess it up

Mess it up, mess it up

Do it 'till I can’t get enough

I like what you do to my hair

Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good