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Ah sey, ah want it short,Short back an' side,Ah tell him man, ah tell himWhen ah teck him aside,Ah sey, ah want a haircutAh can wear with pride,
I wanna be a star.I wanna go far.I wanna drive around in a big red car.I said yeah yeah yeahI wanna be a star.
Once everything was bigand you were small,but year after year your shadow crept up the wall and you grew tall.
One was beautiful, silken hair to her waistand dutiful, kept it neatly in place.Please and Thanks were words she’d use.
The living room remembers Gran dancing to Count Bessie.The kitchen can still hear my aunts fighting on Christmas Day.The hall is worried about the loose banister.
Hello! thanks for callingI'm just off on my bikeThat's my room up thereTake a look if you like.
Tomorrow has your name on itIt's written up there in the skyAs you set out on a journeyin search of the How? and the Why?