Each day more hair falls from your head,
receding back into the follicle bed,
and now we see a sheen, a glare,
but here is why you shouldnt care...
Youve got so many choices,
Do not listen to the voices,
Red or blonde, blue or pink,
Oh who cares what they may think.
Wigs, we are your new best friends,
For when youve got no more split ends.
You've got so many choices,
You've got so many choices,
You've got so many choices,
You've got so many choices.