Guilty Pleasure

ASHLEY TISDALE( 艾希莉 ) Guilty Pleasure專輯

10.Hair

I'm in disarray, I'm unkempt
And I love you sugar, yeah this is what you do
When you run your fingers through my hair in the morning
I'm feeling like a sexy superstar

Wow-wow
You rock my party, wanna make me say hoo-hoo
You're the only one that keeps me singing lalala
I love to smell your T-shirt, I like the way you are
But most of all, I like it, like it

I like what you do to my hair
Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good
I like what you do to my hair
Tossle it, tease it, run your fingers through it
Oh, how you do
Now go and mess it up, mess it up
Baby mess it up
Mess it up, mess it up
Do it till I can't get enough of
I like what you do to my hair
Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good

I'm unperfect, so I'm me
But I love you sugar, see this is what you do
You get my pony tail beside my bangs unlockable
But I don't mind 'cause I think that's kinda supercool

Wow-wow
You rock my party, wanna make me say hoo-hoo
You're the only one that keeps me singing lalala
I love to smell your T-shirt, I like the way you are
But most of all, I like it, like it

I like what you do to my hair
Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good
I like what you do to my hair
Tossle it, tease it, run your fingers through it
Oh, how you do
Now go and mess it up, mess it up
Baby mess it up
Mess it up, mess it up
Do it till I can't get enough of
I like what you do to my hair
Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good

Tonight I'm gonna fix it up real nice
My Shirley Temple curls, I want you to mess them up
I'll put on a bow, 'cause I want you to know
That you've got your name on my heart, you're wicked bad
And I like the way that you do it baby

I like what you do to my hair
Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good
I like what you do to my hair
Tossle it, tease it, run your fingers through it
Oh, how you do
Now go and mess it up, mess it up
Baby mess it up
Mess it up, mess it up
Do it till I can't get enough of
I like what you do to my hair
Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good