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People ask me everywhere |
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They say, is that really all your hair? |
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I just tell them it it ain't |
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Well it sho' don't mean that now I cain't |
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'Cause I just don't believe it's fair |
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To judge a man |
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By the length of his hair |
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Take two words like hip and square, well |
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The truth will shine and not your hair |
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Even the blind can damn near see |
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What's outside you and inside me |
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Down or high, truth or lie |
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A weak man's laugh can be |
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A strong man's cry |
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Black or blonde or nappy or fair |
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You can't judge nobody by hair |
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If I thought that you would care |
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I'd wear a wig up under my hair |
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Down or high, truth or lie |
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A weak man's laugh can be |
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A strong man's cry |
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People ask me everywhere |
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Is that really all your hair? |
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I just tell them if it ain't |
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Well, it sho' don't mean that now |
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I cain't |
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I just don't believe it's fair |
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To judge a man by the |
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Length of his hair |
