i ain't your bitch, bitch

though i am a blonde
you wouldn't really see it
i am quite fond
of being a red head if you believe it
though i am a blonde
you may have never guessed
that i am turned on
by your little test
i am not confused
i am not lost
i am quite amused
and ready to pay the cost
though i am blonde right now
doesn't mean i will be in an hour
you will see somehow
with the magic and power
of hair dye
i can change my tune
oh it'll make you cry
you'll see come noon
that though i'll no more be a blonde
but quite a red head red
you'll soon be fond
of all the things i have said
for i won't sound so silly
i won't sound so dumb
no willy nilly
will see me as numb
for red i will be
red will roar
you will see
we'll even the score
this little blondie
this little red
will be sweet as candy
playing with your head
blondie girl will whine
red oh she will bitch
some where in some rhyme
you'll find reason to twitch
you may or may not admit it
but you will find it a thrill
or maybe you'll say you are tired of shit
and hide the reality still
you know you love my style
you know you love my name
you know all the while
this is just a game
you know you hate to love me
you know you love to hate me
you know i will set you free
you know what will be
being a blonde was fun
being a blonde was cool
yeah maybe when all was said and done
back in f***ing high school
i never wanted to be this way
i never asked to be born
but you'll see i will have my say
and in the truth we've sworn
to be whatever i want
to be whatever i will
pretty mild, little bitch, or cunt
i will find my thrill
in this world or the next
i will find  a way
to roar that of my sex
that i have had my say
so say goodbye to blondie girl
and say hello to the bitch
i'm about to rock your world
maybe you should make a switch
put on a tupae
shave off your beard
have a doggie day
be all that is feared
change your tune
change your mode
come high noon
drop that load
be so kind
be so cruel
i don't mind
we're not in grade school
be a blonde
be a red
i'm quite fond
of what I've said
i am me
don't you know
can't you see
my roots don't show
maybe in the familiar sense
for my dumbass name
though past tense
remains the same
and rides the wrong fence
blonde or black
or red or green
get off the track
know what i mean
tan or white
black or yellow
i say what i want in spite
of those who thought me mellow
pick a color
pick a shade
scream and hollar
make the grade
be who you are
be what you want
carry no scar
of the man on the hunt
they say it doesn't make you
the color of your skin
they say what they do
and preach of unknown sin
they say i doesn't make you
the color of your hair
they say what they do
i don't f***ing care
i will be me
i've said this more than once
don't you see
you're the f***ing dunce