Hair Attitude
It drives my mom nuts
My dad, it bothers, too.
But it says a lot about me,
My very special "do."
Whether I spike it, mohawk it,
A little gel here and there,
The girls love it, afterall,
It's the Jakerow hair.
I've had a flat top,
A spike, short and tall.
It all stays in place,
Even when I'm playin' ball.
Don't mess with my "do."
Don't fight my style, dude,
I'm stylin' and profilin'
In my hair attitude.
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