i thought i'd met a man who'd treat me right
he was kind he was a man of more than average height
he opened up my life for me
but it didn't end the way i planned
there was one thing one little rule he didn't understand
i told him time and time again
he would not learn he could not hear
his fingertips were far too near
he just didn't care!!! please don't touch me there!!!
it takes hours and hours
to get it just like this
on wet and windy days
i just can't walk out the door
i can't take a shower
that's how hard it is
one false move and you will see
my perfect style is blown
up-whirling to thin air
it is really blown i guess i sort of lived a lie
i cheated him he didn't know
i never told him why
so scared how he would take the truth
every night every day
it seemed to be so hard to say
it's not my own hair!!! please don't touch me there!!!
sadly it's not real
i bought it from a shop
i'm bare and so unmade
underneath this thing i wear
it's really just a mop
lift the edge and you will see
i have lost my own
my cover has been blown
blown