Don't you dare say that you'll braid my hair, babe | If you don't really care | You wanted me sadder, you wanted me sadder
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Don't you dare say that you'll braid my hair, babe | If you don't really care | You wanted me sadder, you wanted me sadder
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Don't you dare say that you'll braid my hair, babe If you don't really care You wanted me sadder, you wanted me sadder Fishtail, what's the matter? Ah-ah, ah-ah-ah Skipping rope in the bayou, bayou Slip softly into rain Not that smart but I've got things to say Palm trees in black and white I like to watch them sway You're so funny, I wish I could skinny-dip inside your mind Lately, I've been thinking about how things used to be Swinging in a nightgown underneath the old oak tree Almost Victorian with you, you can talk to me But, lately, I can see You wanted me sadder Baby, can't you see it? (You wanted me sadder) For me, you are the one, and if I'm not the one for you Don't you say it I was on the stairs Ella Fitzgerald in the air Feelin' hella rare Baby, if you care Baby, don't you dare say you'll braid my hair, babe Don't you dare say that you'll braid my hair, babe If you don't really care You wanted me sadder Dancing there in the hot, hot sun I know that we've got problems I plan to address them another day Palm trees in black and white I see in technicolor Maybe I'll take my glasses off, so I stop painting red flags green Lately, I've been sunning in the L.A. riverbed Wearin' nothing but the summer bruises on my knees I like how you talk, how you speak, how you look at me But, lately, I can see You wanted me sadder (baby, can't you see it?) You wanted me sadder You wanted me sadder For me, you are the one, and if I'm not the one for you Don't you say it I was on the stairs Ella Fitzgerald in the air Feelin' hella rare Baby, if you care Baby, don't you dare say you'll braid my hair See, baby, if you care, then (don't you dare say that you'll braid my hair) Baby, don't you dare say that you really care Don't you dare say that you'll braid my hair When you get home tonight If you don't really care Yeah, don't you dare say that you'll braid my hair, babe If you don't really care, see Don't you braid my hair If you're not coming home to me Ahh You want someone sadder Skippin' rope in the bayou, bayou Slip softly in terrain I'm not that smart But I've got things to say
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