Guess Me?
They say blonde's are wild,
Brunettes are true.
And you'll never know what a redhead might do.
I'll damage, I'll bleach to get the right color through.
So many phases how can I choose?
I love the natural look,
I can't deny.
But I had to spice it up and say goodbye.
I don't look like Barbie,
do you have a clue?
Here's another hint to guess the truth.
I don't have freckles and not always preppy.
But you can compare me to little Ms. Wendy.
If you're not a blonde,
you're smart enough to guess.
I turned into a redhead because we do it best.
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