Hair Lyrics - Singles - Tiffany Evans

I'm in disarray 

I'm un-count 

N I love you sugar 

Yay this is what u do 

When you run your fingers threw my hair 

In the morning I'm feeling like a sexy super star 

Woah woah u were at my party wanna make me say 

Ur the only one that keeps me singing la la la 

I like to smell your t-shirt 

I like the way you are 

But most of all I likey likey 

I like what you do to my hair. 

Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good 

I like what u do to my hair 

Tussle it, tease it, run your finger threw it while u do 

Now gone mess it up, mess it up, baby mess it up, mess It up, mess it up, do it till I can't get enough boy 

I like what u do to my hair. 

Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good 

I'm in imperfect 

So un me 

But I love it sugar 

See this is what u do 

You give my ponytail a sage 

My bangs are laughable 

But I don't mind 

Cause I think its kinda super cool 

Woah woah u weer at my party wanna make me say 

Your the only one that keeps me singing la la la 

I like to smell your t-shirt 

I like the way u r 

But most of all I likey likey 

I like what u do to my hair. 

Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good 

I like wa u do to my hair 

Tussle it, tease it, run your finger threw it while u do 

Now gone mess it up, mess it up, baby mess it up, mess It up, mess it up, do it till I can't get enough boy 

I like what you do to my hair. 

Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good 

ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah 

Tonight I'm gonna fix it up real nice 

Not sure if I should have curls 

Cause I want u mess it up 

I put on and go 

Cause I want u no 

I'm got your name on my heart 

Your wicked baby 

And I like the way u do it baby 

I like what u do to my hair. 

Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good 

I like what u do to my hair 

Tussle it, tease it, run your finger threw it while u do 

Now gone mess it up, mess it up, baby mess it up, mess It up, mess it up, do it till I can't get enough boy 

I like what you do to my hair. 

Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good