My hair is dry. A lot of shampoos and greasers don't work with me, and so I started playing around with a chemist on a product that'll work with me.
Sometimes when I'm dancing and don't put in enough hairspray, I wind up looking like a... what's the animal with needles? Porcupine.
I've tried many other hairstyles, but it just doesn't work.
I've tried to have a regular haircut, but it just pops back up again, so this is the way it's going to be.
See, my strumpf is in my hair. Now, I don't know what strumpf means. It's just a term some brothas gave me.
I've been burn when it comes to my hair that it ain't no joke.
My hair has never been my greatest feature, so that was funny enough unto itself that my hair became so focused on.
Everybody's got brain matter in their hair, and somehow that makes it a very happy workplace.
I've got greasy hair, what can I say?
It is quite a risk to spank a wizard for getting hysterical about his hair.
My hair is frizzy, so I'm constantly smoothing it down.
Sometimes I have no choice but to wear my hair and I try to make it look as normal as possible, but no, there's no chance.
