Hair Lyrics

Ashley Tisdale - Hair Lyrics

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Hair Lyrics

I’m in disarray
I’m unkempt
And I love ya, 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
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
Toss it and tease it
Run your fingers through it
Love how you do it

Now go and mess it up, mess it up
Baby, mess it up
Mess it up, mess it up
Do it ’till I can’t get enough

I like what you do to my hair
Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good

I’m imperfect
So I’m me
But I love ya, sugar

See this is what you do

You get my ponytail beside my bangs unlockable
But I don’t mind ’cause I think it’s kinda super cool

Wow, wow
You rock my party
Wanna make you say
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
Toss it and tease it
Run your fingers through it
Love how you do it

Now go and mess it up, mess it up
Baby mess it up
Mess it up, mess it up
Do it ’till I can’t get enough

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
I’ll surely tell grab the girls
I want you to mess em’ 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
Toss it and tease it
Run your fingers through it
Love how you do it

Now go and mess it up, mess it up
Baby mess it up
Mess it up, mess it up
Do it ’till I can’t get enough

I like what you do to my hair
Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good