I'm in no mood to comb my hair:
There's a chill in the air.
And it's catching.
Catching.
I'm in no mood to comb my hair:
There's a chill in the air.
And it's catching.
Catching, catching, catching.
I was so drunk last night I didn't even undress for bed
And the pin in my hair was still stuck in my head
I'm in no mood to comb my hair:
There's a chill in the air.
And it's catching, catching.
I'm in no mood to comb my hair:
There's a chill in the air.
And it's catching, catching, catching
I was so drunk last night I didn't even undress for bed
And the pin in my hair was still stuck in my head
I was so drunk last night I didn't even undress for bed
And I swear the pin in my hair got stuck in my head
I'm in no mood to comb my hair:
There's a chill in the air.
And the pin in my hair was stuck in my head
I didn't undress for bed
I was so drunk last night.
I'm in no mood to comb my hair:
There's a chill in the air.
And it's catching, catching, catching, catching
I was so drunk last night I didn't even undress for bed
And I swear the pin in my hair got stuck in my head.
I swear the pin in my hair got stuck in my head
I didn't even undress for bed
I was so drunk last night.