Pop & Oak - Hair lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm in disarray, I'm unkempt And I love the sugar Yeah, this is what you do When you run your fingers through my hair In the morning, I'm feeling like a s**y superstar [Pre-Chorus] Woah, woah, you rock my party Wanna make you say, 'who who' You're the only one that keeps me singing, la la la I love the smell of your t-shirt I like the way you are But most of all I like it, like it [Chorus] 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 Tousle it, tease it, run your fingers through it Oh, how you do it Now go and mess it up Mess it up, baby, mess it up Mess it up, mess it up Do what you like, can't get enough, oh I like what you do to my hair Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good? [Verse 2] I'm un-perfect, so un-me But I love your sugar See, this is what you do You get my ponytail Beside my bangs you're laughable I don't mind, cause I think it's kinda super cool [Pre-Chorus] Woah, woah, you rock my party Wanna make you say, 'who who' You're the only one that keeps me singing, la la la I love the smell of your t-shirt I like the way you are But most of all I like it, like it [Chorus] 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 Tousle it, tease it, run your fingers through it Oh, how you do it Now go and mess it up Mess it up, baby, mess it up Mess it up, mess it up Do what you like, can't get enough, oh I like what you do to my hair Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good? [Bridge] Tonight I'm gonna fix it up real nice My Shirley Temple curls I want you to mess them up I'll put on a bow Cause I want you to know That you got your name on my heart You wake up at it I like the way that you do it, baby [Chorus] 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 Tousle it, tease it, run your fingers through it Oh, how you do it Now go and mess it up Mess it up, baby, mess it up Mess it up, mess it up Do what you like, can't get enough, oh I like what you do to my hair Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good?