Brush it away
Head of hair
Wavy and thick
Tangled and twisty and tragic
A tool I need
I can't live without
I need a brush. Without a doubt!
I cannot live with this mess on my head
I need it nice and neat
Did you hear what I said?!
Brush, brush, brush!
Put it back into place
The brush will be my saving grace
Without it, I'd go mad
I can't let that be!
A brush! I need, need, need!
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