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Ashley Tisdale - Hair Lyrics

I'm in disarray, I'm unkempt
And I love it, sugar
Yeah, this is what you do
When you run your fingers through my hair
In the morning, I'm feeling like a sexy superstar
Wow, wow
You rock my party, wanna make you say "Who-who"
You're the only one that keeps me singing "La-la-la"
I love to smell your t-shirt, I like the way you are
But most of all, I like it, like it
I like what you do to my hair
Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good?
I like what you do to my hair
Tousle it, tease it, run your fingers through it
Oh, how you do
Now go and mess it up, mess it up
Baby, mess it up, mess it up, mess it
Do it 'till I can't get enough, oh, oh
I like what you do to my hair
Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good?
I'm un-perfect, so un me
But I love it, sugar
See, this is what you do
You get my ponytail to sag, my bangs are laughable
But I don't mind 'cause
I think it's kind super cool
Wow, wow
You rock my party, wanna make you say "Who-who"
You're the only one that keeps me singing "La-la-la"
I love to smell your t-shirt, I like the way you are
But most of all, I like it, like it
I like what you do to my hair
Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good?
I like what you do to my hair
Tousle it, tease it, run your fingers through it
Oh, how you do
Now go and mess it up, mess it up
Baby, mess it up, mess it up, mess it
Do it 'till I can't get enough, oh, oh
I like what you do to my hair
Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good?
Tonight I'm gonna fix it up real nice
My Shirley Temple curls I want you to mess it up
I'll put on a bow 'cause I want you to know
That you got your name on my heart, you're wicked bad
And I like the way that you do it, baby
I like what you do to my hair
Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good?
I like what you do to my hair
Tousle it, tease it, run your fingers through it
Oh, how you do
Now go and mess it up, mess it up
Baby, mess it up, mess it up, mess it
Do it 'till I can't get enough, oh, oh
I like what you do to my hair
Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good?