Like the Grateful Dead Darling Gimme Head…
She asks me why I’m just a hairy guy I’m hairy noon and night Hair that’s a fright I’m hairy high and low Don’t ask me why Don’t know It’s not for lack of bread Like the Grateful Dead Darling Gimme head with hair Long beautiful hair Shining, gleaming, Steaming, flaxen, waxen Give me down to there … Continue reading
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