Hair - Graham Central Station

People ask me everywhere

«Is that really all your hair?»

I just tell 'em, «If it ain’t

Then it sure don’t mean

That now I can’t»

I just don’t believe it’s fair

To judge a girl by the length of her hair

Take two words like «hip» and «square»

The truth will shine and not your hair

Even the blind can almost see

What’s outside you and inside me

Down or high, truth or lie

A weak girl’s laugh can be

A strong girl’s cry

Black or blond or nappy or fair —

You can’t judge nobody by hair

If I thought that you would care

I’d wear a wig up under my hair

Down or high, truth or lie

A weak girl’s laugh can be

A strong girl’s cry