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I've never wanted anybody to like me because I had long hair or short hair, or that they liked the way I dressed or they liked the way I dressed or they liked the way I smile.

quote by David Allan Coe
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All Dressed Up For School

Doot doot doot-doot doot
Doot doot doot-doot doot
Doot doot doot-doot doot
Doot doot doot-doot doot
Well she first caught my eye a runnin' round in shorts
But she never bothered with her hair
Just a barefooted chick with all skinned up knees
Yeah she didn't care what she'd wear
(All dressed up for school)
Dressed up for school, ooo what a turn on
Dressed up for school, ooo what a turn on
Dressed up for school, ooo what a turn on
All dressed up for school
All summer long she had a crush on me
But I just couldn't care at all
But new to school threads really did it for me
Yeah she's turned into a doll
(All dressed up for school)
Dressed up for school, ooo what a turn on
Dressed up for school, ooo what a turn on
Dressed up for school, ooo what a turn on
All dressed up for school
Weah
Goes out every night 'cause she's a sharp little doll
And the guys can't leave her alone
Now she hardly finds the time to talk to me
She's not the little girl I've always known
(All dressed up for school)
Dressed up for school, ooo what a turn on
Dressed up for school, ooo what a turn on
Dressed up for school, ooo what a turn on
All dressed up for school
Doot doot doot-doot doot
Doot doot doot-doot doot
Doot doot doot-doot doot
Doot doot doot-doot doot

song performed by by Beach Boys
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All Dressed Up

Dont you see
Im the one for you, youre the one for me
Dont you see
The love Ive got is the love you need
Dont you see
Im all dressed up
To be what you want
Me to be Im all dressed up
To be what you want me to be
Im all dressed up
All dressed up, all dressed up
Dont you see, dont you see
The infinite possibilities
Dont you need, dont you need
The kind of love that I need
Dont you see me, dont you see me
Im all dressed up
To be what you want me to be
Im all dressed up
To be what you taught me to be
Im all dressed up
All messed up, all messed up
You dont even notice me
Moving you like a ton of glaciers
You dont even notice me
Soothing you like a long lost sister
You dont even care
No you dont even care
All dressed up
With no place to go
But home, but home
Im all dressed up
To be what you want me to be
Im all dressed up
To be what you want me to be
Im all dressed up
All dressed up, all dressed up
You dont even comfort me
And carry on with the will of samson
You dont even comfort me
You keep your faith and you keep your phantoms
And you dont even care
No you dont even care
All dressed up still theres something wrong
Im all dressed up and youre just a song
Im all dressed up youre forever gone everlong
You dont even care
No you dont even care
You dont even care
No you dont even care
You dont even care
No you dont even care
You dont even care
No you dont even care
You dont even care
No you dont even care
You dont even care

song performed by by Veruca Salt
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Smile At The World

You called her baby doll
She got a really big smile
You called her baby girl
She smiled a big smile

He's got a real big smile and a car that matches
He's got a lot of money and a real big smile
He's got girls and game, he never acts lame
He's smiles a lot which increases his style

You're never fully dressed
if you don't wear a smile
If you feel the need you can
take my shoes and walk awhile

You gave her a big hug
She got a real big smile
You played with her hair
She couldn't help but smile

You've got a real big smile and a hug that matches
Baby boy now don't go changin, why dontchya stay the same
Keep it up, boy, because she loves to see that smile
Don't go breakin all the rules, Cuz that's not why she came

You're never fully dressed
if you don't wear a smile
If you don't feel so happy
take my shoes and walk awhile

You called her beautiful
She got a real big smile
You held her tight
And for a while she smiled

She's got a real big smile and a heart that matches
If you need a hand, she'll know just what to do
She's sweet and her smile makes her pretty
It just gets everyone, with it she just can't lose

You're never fully dressed
if you don't wear a smile
Think about this girl
And Smile at the world

poem by Gabriella Franco
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Aging Gracefully

You asked if I'd still love you if you lost all of your hair
Your baldness seems a tragedy: you want more fullness there.
It's strange the way we always wish for what we seem to lack
And anything that goes away is what we'd welcome back.

But hair-well that might be a different story all together
We grow it long or cut it short depening on the weather.
In time, it seems to him there's no such thing as too much hair
She spends her evenings waxing and goes shopping for more Nair.

It really is amusing as we old folks go to bed
She has too much; he has too little hair upon his head.
Perhaps a doctor may invent a way we all can win
By building him a grand toupee with hair plucked from her chin.

poem by Suzanne McNamee
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The Shearers Dream

O I dreamt I shore in a shearing shed and it was a dream of joy
For every one of the rouseabouts was a girl dressed up as a boy
Dressed up like a page in a pantomime the prettiest ever seen
They had flaxen hair they had coal black hair and every shade between

There was short plump girls there was tall slim girls and the handsomest ever seen
They was four foot five they was six foot high and every shade between

The shed was cooled by electric fans that was over every shoot
The pens was of polished mahogany and everything else to suit
The huts had springs to the mattresses and the tucker was simply grand
And every night by the billabong we danced to a German band

Our pay was the wool on the jumbucks' backs so we shore till all was blue
The sheep was washed afore they was shore and the rams were scented too
And we all of us cried when the shed cut out in spite of the long hot days
For every hour them girls waltzed in with whisky and beer on trays

There was three of them girls to every chap and as jealous as they could be
There was three of them girls to every chap and six of them picked on me
We was drafting them out for the homeward track and sharing them round like steam
When I woke with my head in the blazing sun to find it a shearer's dream

poem by Henry Lawson
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Shearers Dream

O I dreamt I shore in a shearing shed and it was a dream of joy
For every one of the rouseabouts was a girl dressed up as a boy
Dressed up like a page in a pantomime the prettiest ever seen
They had flaxen hair they had coal black hair and every shade between

There was short plump girls there was tall slim girls and the handsomest ever seen
They was four foot five they was six foot high and every shade between

The shed was cooled by electric fans that was over every shoot
The pens was of polished mahogany and everything else to suit
The huts had springs to the mattresses and the tucker was simply grand
And every night by the billabong we danced to a German band

Our pay was the wool on the jumbucks' backs so we shore till all was blue
The sheep was washed afore they was shore and the rams were scented too
And we all of us cried when the shed cut out in spite of the long hot days
For every hour them girls waltzed in with whisky and beer on trays

There was three of them girls to every chap and as jealous as they could be
There was three of them girls to every chap and six of them picked on me
We was drafting them out for the homeward track and sharing them round like steam
When I woke with my head in the blazing sun to find it a shearer's dream

poem by Henry Lawson
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Writing is a kind of performing art, and I can't sit down to write unless I'm dressed. I don't mean dressed in a suit, but dressed well and comfortably and I have to be shaved and bathed.

quote by Peter O'Toole
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I Wanted to Have a New Hair Style

I went to the barber this morning
To get a hair cut
Because my hair was too long
And I had decided
That I wanted to have a new hair style
I know it seems a little crazy
Maybe I lost my mind
Or I got a little carried away

poem by Aldo Kraas
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I wore a lot of vintage clothing. I dressed like a reporter, with a little card in my hat. I had these fantasies of who I wanted to be, so I'd dress like an explorer, a cowboy. I dressed up like Elton John a lot too. That was another period.

quote by Illeana Douglas
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The barbar down the lane

Most time as much a scissor talk
Call for long legs and hair walk
A thing that happens all the time
To every pocket that has least a dim


The man change a hair one
With smile and happiness morning in line
A hair enters and 'voom' disappears
The man inside with hair on repairs


Our barbar down the lane
Is a man with no shame
My hair I dedicate to him
And mine is down with all vim


The everday I wish to enter
And embrass the comb in my hair
This then I know it him
The barbar down the lane

poem by Henry Nii Ayi Cobblah
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The Best Way to Comb the Blonde Hair

Years is the worst unforgivable hairstylist

He cuts my hair short;

shorter than our short story..

He cuts my hair off;

off the last relationship..

Now it's 4 sharp in the afternoon,

i, wooden, seize the comb, wooden.

Mirror does not tell lies

age can only climb high.

the comb runs through my hair

my hair flows through somewhere

more strands of hair are gone..

more worries are born

I forget how I combed hair

back in those years..

A young blonde is coming..

and i gonna ask her this question.

poem by Garland Jodie Jeen
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Elongated Hair

She 'done gone and did it'
She pulled it out
The elongated hair on my side
Oh how I did pout

It had grown long before
Back in earlier days
I had kept it short myself
using several different ways
After time had gone by
I wanted to let it grow
I decided to give it a try
and become a freak show

I'd let it grow down to my hips
or maybe to my knees
this hair could grow up to my lips
or at least to my kidneys

She'd noticed it that day in passing
while feeling 'round my tummy
I had thought she'd just been sassing
She said, 'I'll cut it off you dummy'

I did protest then to her notion
It smelled of sheer butchery
To cut of this hair in such a motion
would be a crime to both it and me!

Then came the day when it happened
While I lay in her bed so quietly
The life of my hair would come to an end
with a tug from her hand so quickly

I had mourned it for a moment
and I'm sure I looked sad
whatever had been her intent
I told myself it could not be bad

So now it has another chance
to begin a life anew
Elongated hair please do advance
Again I'd like to see you.

poem by Sean Furlong
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Short Blonde Hair

Hey I think this is
getting to me...
First class living
In a goldfish bowl
Just when I think
I have driven my life
Where I wanted it to be
It takes me to a place
That I do not want to go
All I ever wanted to do
Was to learn how to break
This world in two
To teach it all the tricks
I wanted it to learn
To teach it how to do
What I wanted it to do
No one really understands
Just how simple and plain
And predictable I am
Because all I ever wanted to do
Was to play guitar
In a rock and roll band
Now I'm just losing my hair
and I'm
Learning how to smile
Like I just don't care
No, I just don't care
(I hear them
under their breath)
(what they say...when they
think that I can't hear them)
I see them point and
I see them stare
There goes that stupid guy
With the short blonde hair
Yeah, I think this is getting to me...
First class living
In a goldfish bowl
Just when I think
I have driven my life
Where I wanted it to be
It takes me to a place
That I don't want to go
All I ever wanted to do
Was to learn how to break
This world in two
Teach it all the tracks
I wanted it to learn
Teach it how to do
What I want it to do
No one really understands
Just how simple and plain
And predictable I am
Because all I ever wanted
real bad
Was to play guitar
In a rock and roll band
Now I'm just losing my hair and
learning how to smile... whoa!
No, I just don't care
(I hear them
under their breath)
No, I just don't care
(what they say...when they
think that I can't hear them)
I see them point and
I see them stare
There goes that stupid guy
With the short blonde hair
Say la de da de da de da

song performed by by Everclear
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Want More Hair?

I'd love
I think
more hair
more hair
like a big
old grizzly bear
more hair makes
you manly
more hair
makes you tough
more hair feels
like carpet
more hair keeps
you rough
more hair
for pretty ladies
to rub their faces on
more hair for
guys to jealous of
and more locks that can
be flung
I think more hair would be awesome
but I wouldn't wanna overdo it
because too much hair would make
me like a little furry blanket
and I couldn't cover both of us
just you and that ain't fair
more hair!

poem by John W. McEwers
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Sucker In A 3 Piece

Shes so fine
How about a 9 on a 10 scale
With long legs straight on up to her lunch pail
Sweet little wishbone, oh yeah
Dont wanna break her in half
Lick up one side and down the other
Always makes her laugh
She take me down, down, down to the bottom
I got everything you wanted
Give you everything you need
Still you want that sugar daddy over me
She want a sucker, sucker in a 3 piece
A sucker all dressed up in a 3 piece suit
Im on fire with just one look
Got me a brand new number
In my little black book
But she dont like the way I dress
She dont like the way I wear my hair
But when I roll you over baby, you dont care
Just take me down, down, down, down to the bottom
Give me everything I want
Give me everything I want
You dont want that sugar daddy, not over me
She want a sucker, sucker in a 3 piece
A sucker all dressed up in a 3 piece suit
Oh say it isnt so, baby
You wanna sucker
He just a sucker
He just a sucker
Look at all that money, baby
Ya know your sugar daddy
Youre a sugar mama
Youre both a bunch of suckers
Oh how he got a big ole belly
A stone bald head
Now, listen here, honey
That aint down your alley, no
Hes just a sucker in a 3 piece
Sucker in a 3 piece suit
Sucker.
Stone cold, sugar daddy
Sucker all dressed up in a 3 piece suit

song performed by by Van Halen
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There Is a Hair in the Bed

there is a hair in the bed
snagged in the sheet fibres
by the coil of its once braided curl
as long as the length
from finger tip to tip
as short as a sharp breath

there is a hair
there
between me
as dark as a polish winter
and you the colour
of dry summer skies

there is a hair in the bed
with a follicle bulb like a teardrop
and a sprout like a clipping
of conductive copper wire

the best part of six inches
of resistance
to my fat fingers
pinching
at the obvious question

why is there a hair
there
in the bed?

poem by Keith Valentine
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You Look Good In Rags

Yeah yeah
Yeah
I've seen cool, I've seen cold
I've seen the women up front, way down below
Ladies of the evening screaming, some were like vipers
I've seen 'em dressed real tight, act real loose
I've seen 'em strutting good stuff, I've seen 'em all used
With thousand dollar faces and worth every penny they spend there
But you look good in rags
With dirt in your hair
Yeah you look good in rags babe
Oh, I don't care
(Ah, you look good)
Yes you look good in rags
With bones in your hair
Ah, you look good in anything
Ooh, I don't care
Now I've seen class, I've seen tack
I've seen 'em walking down the street with smoke in their stacks
And pouring into limos, they wake up in millionaires' bedrooms
I've seen their hair cut short, black and sleek
Tied in 20 thousand knots so ultra neat
Swearing by the Harper's Bazaar, like it equalled the Bible
But you look good in rags
With dirt in your hair
Yeah you look good in rags babe
Aw, I don't care
Yeah Yeah, you look good
Oh you look good in rags
With dirt in your hair
Ah yeah, you look good in anything
Forget about Vogue or them hundred dollar jeans,
You make a 2 dollar T-shirt obscene.
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag
Rag

song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Twenty Tiny Colonies

Caked in
flour; her hands
and hair bagged

for questioning.
Twenty
tiny
colonies of

jam fall down her
apron like plinko
chips down
a polish coat rack.

Not tonight, though.
Tonight,
dressed in Morocco
and Grace;

hair, drawn like
a longbow, like
a half-forgotten dream.

poem by Eric Raanan Fischman
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Ghetto Dressed

Ghetto dressed...
Is still the same mess,
Ghetto dressed.
It may not be politically correct,
To address this publicly.
Or expect this confessed.
But some who lack a certain finesse...
With social graces limited at best.
May acquire an appearance,
That might impress.
However...
If there is no consciousness,
That understands there is more to success...
Than 'things' one possesses.
Ghetto dressed...
Is still the same mess,
Ghetto dressed.
And 'if' left unaddressed...
It will never progress,
To heights of one's accepted satisfaction.
That's just the way it is,
Without polish, sacrifice and a few tears!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Snared

I watched your coy brown eyes ogle...
They lingered at the bar-
A Lady dressed to high heaven-
Was flashing her blue eyes like stars;

You were totally taken in...
As if in some sort of trance-
She had you at your first glance-
Born: 'A cakewalk to romance';

Her long legs were so inviting...
Her smile ravished your mind...
A tall drink of Scotch dressed in red-
Roped you in with ties that forever bind;

poem by Theodora Onken
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