Fixing my hair in style,

A blend of hands at ease.

Fixing my hair in style,

I long to be attractive.

Wind blowing in my garden,

Winding around the trees.

Witness me every season,

The mind having its dream.

Inside me lies a jewel,

Fixing my hair in style.

Before me lies a future,

Stepping inside my world.

Could you be that angel,

Whose hair flows back and forth.

Picture me in this minute,

My hair sharing my secret.

And if i care to loose it,

Flying i can't resist.

My hair, my mind, my picture,

Touching me where its sweet.

Candies and chocolate cakes,

I may or may not taste.

Fixing my hair in style,

A blend of hands of gold.







Hennessy