Red sun go down way over dirty town Starlings are sweeping around crazy shoals A girl is there high heeling across the square Wind blows around in her hair and the flaqs upon the poles Waiting in the crowd to cross at the light She looks around to find a

So blue, so blue So blue, oh And from his rib an angel born as Eve Thy hair inspired God to make the breeze Thy lips inspired God to make a man Formed into flesh and promised him her hand Why do I cry at night still? Can't sleep without the Nyquil

'Cause she's got that one international smile Takes you miles high, so high, That girl's a trip, a one way ticket Catch her if you can Yeah, she's so in demand Flowers in her hair, she don't care Peach pink lips, yeah, everybody stares You think you've

Of course, of course, of course I won't cut my beard and I won't change my hair It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere My hair, my hair If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse I'd put a statue of myself upon the shelf Oh, that ever

We're walking the wire, love We're walking the wire, wire, wire So look out down below Look out down below We're gonna be higher, up And we'll take what comes, take what comes Feel the wind in your hair Feel the rush way up here Walking the wire, wire,

Rasta man wheel out And know you have it there And come over here Office ease out, don’t you have no fear? Officer ease out and don’t you touch me by my hair I was yadding down the lane And I buck up in a old blue seem And he ask why my eye so red I said

I got my top down on my whip Her hair blowing in the wind I got my shades on cause I'm bent She roll it up with no stem I got my Louis bags duffled up Fuck with the squad and throw it up I got my top down, speakers bump See me when I pull it up Gucci bag

Let's party again I don't say shit and they be gettin' naked I need party girls in my party world Titties plastic, ass fantastic They just brush my hair and touch me everywhere I don't, I don't say shit and they be gettin' naked, naked Say shit and they

I'm just a backwoods Barbie, too much makeup, too much hair. Don't be fooled by thinkin' that the goods are not all there. I grew up poor and ragged, just a simple country girl. I wanted to be pretty more than anything in the world, Like Barbie or the

With no makeup Don't have to curl my hair up All this booty here mine I'mma dolla worth a dime Real bosses stand up Ladies throw your hands up And say I know I'm cute I know I'm fly You ask me why