This is a song about "Long hair"

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

All i could remember was his toes curling like her hair.

Sex attained a chilled clam, rocks are fair shuts till hair,

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Your story is unwanted and twisted like pubic hair

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Hit man? shit man, i could look down the cross hair

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

Look what i got here, color black is my hair

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

Plus you gotta rewrite those lines that you said about michaels hair

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Turtle dicks comb my hair

All of the hair from out my head

You could say i'm friends with fred