Each and every time I run my fingers through my hair
All at once there’s this disgusting white stuff everywhere
I gots it all over my clothes and all over my shoes
Nothing much that I can do but sing the Dandruff Blues
I’ve heard a tale, however, that there’s something I could do
Allegedly there is a cure; an antidote shampoo!
But I haven’t gots no money ’cause I spends them all on booze!
So there's nothing much that I can do but sing the Dandruff Blues
And now, 'cause flazz is jazz:
Skriver han om flass? Hilsen Janicke
SvarSlettWOHO!! Hilsen Eira
Jaaa, skål! HIilsen Oline
jeg tagga deg på sånn CRAZY blogglek. du må skrive seks ting du elsker, det er litt gøy da
SvarSletthahahahha snowman.
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