Hair on tarara

Whenever I'm dressed cool,
My parents put up a fight. (Uh huh, uh huh)
And if I'm hot shot,
Mom will cut my hair at night. (Uh huh, uh huh)

And in the morning I'm sure of my identity, (Uh huh, uh huh)
I scream Mom and Dad why can't I be who I wanna be? (Uh huh, uh huh, to be)
I just wanna be myself,
And I want you to love me for who I am.

I just wanna be myself,
And I want you to know, I am my Hair.

I've had enough, this is my prayer,
That I'll die living just as free as my Hair.

I am my Hair!
I just want to be free, I just want to be me
And I want lots of friends who invite me to their parties.

I don't wanna change, and I don't wanna be ashamed.
I'm the spirit of my Hair, it's all the glory that I bare.
I am my Hair.