Seems I had my way across you Dig my heels into snowstorms too But your little cutie cat I'm not your sweet Jelly smooth crack Yeah I'm the lady with the buffont hair Shiny shiny buffont hair Yes that's right I'm the lady with the healthy buffont hair (Touch it, look at it)
When I walk into the post office Drop down soft cat 'cause I'm none of this My hips, they'll be swinging Keep that ridicule you're singing Stop yourself Don't ask how I'm the lady with the buffont hair
Spreads of sequins and ball-droppers galore Looking for a club they lipstick My ends meet
I'm the lady with the buffont hair With the shiny nice buffont hair I'm the lady with the healthy buffont hair Wooooo!
Stay clear fruity 'Cause I'm the rooty too-ka-looty I'll blow you off the face of this earth You'll be as bloody as you were at birth
Gonna spit while you just shimmy 'Cause you gonna soon be pity pity pity Oh baby blue Blow dry him away Blow dry him away
