I can see ‘em all hovering’
About my corpse,
Tryin’ to make me presentable for the Lord.
Coiff the hair to a perfect spin!
Stick my lips with a pale pastel!
Everyone knows I prefer burned cinnamon red glossy!
And my hair’s never seen a day of perfection in its life!
Hell, the lord would never recognize me in this condition, anyway!
He always preferred me alive!
The Lord is a gentleman, however.
He does prefer blondes.
But once your dead,
It's all about the new reality for him.
And that's why I'm donating this cadaver to science.
Scientists prefer blondes too sometimes.
About my corpse,
Tryin’ to make me presentable for the Lord.
Coiff the hair to a perfect spin!
Stick my lips with a pale pastel!
Everyone knows I prefer burned cinnamon red glossy!
And my hair’s never seen a day of perfection in its life!
Hell, the lord would never recognize me in this condition, anyway!
He always preferred me alive!
The Lord is a gentleman, however.
He does prefer blondes.
But once your dead,
It's all about the new reality for him.
And that's why I'm donating this cadaver to science.
Scientists prefer blondes too sometimes.
-jenn long
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