bro

sometimes i wonder…

Who's gonna pay attention To the redheads of the world?

Who's gonna call them up at night

When they're naked and alone?

And who's gonna kiss the brown-haired girls?

Who's gonna wipe away their tears?

And what about the black-haired girls?

Who's gonna whisper filthy things into their ears?

'Cause anyone who ever had a

brain

Wouldn't stand out in the rain Or keep it up for very long Just to prove somebody wrong And anyone who ever had a heart

Or sang a lonesome song

Would sell their little souls

Just to make it with the blonde

It's just unearned admiration

Are you sick of all the stares?

You don't need to hide yourself

away

You only need to dye your hair But it won't do you any good

'Cause pretty soon, your roots will be showing

And anytime you try to leave the room

They'll ask you, "Just where the hell do you think you're going?"

'Cause anyone who ever had a brain

Wouldn't stand out in the rain Or keep it up for very long Just to prove somebody wrong

And anyone who ever had a heart

Or sang a lonesome song

Would sell their little souls

Just to make it with the blonde/lyc