Blow dry

Seems I had my way across you
Dig my heels into snowstorms too
But your little cutie cat I'm not your sweet
Jelly smooth crack
Yeah I'm the lady with the buffont hair
Shiny shiny buffont hair
Yes that's right
I'm the lady with the healthy buffont hair
(Touch it, look at it)

When I walk into the post office
Drop down soft cat 'cause I'm none of this
My hips, they'll be swinging
Keep that ridicule you're singing
Stop yourself
Don't ask how
I'm the lady with the buffont hair

Spreads of sequins and ball-droppers galore
Looking for a club they lipstick
My ends meet

I'm the lady with the buffont hair
With the shiny nice buffont hair
I'm the lady with the healthy buffont hair
Wooooo!

Stay clear fruity
'Cause I'm the rooty too-ka-looty
I'll blow you off the face of this earth
You'll be as bloody as you were at birth

Gonna spit while you just shimmy
'Cause you gonna soon be pity pity pity
Oh baby blue
Blow dry him away
Blow dry him away