(You gotta back up to normal speed)

You got a lot of hairs on your head

I suppose I could count them all

Been riding out a winter cold front

Listening to your lipstick smear out coverage

Got your first taste of the all brand new

Passed through a piece of ABC gum

Off the tongue of last summer's, whatever

You got back and I seen that your bubblegum lip gloss was smudged

I'd put it all down but I'm not one to forget

I'd catalog your leaving but I'm not one to forget

You got a lot of hairs on your head

And I should know 'cause I've counted them all

Last week saw sixteen out of place

I got sensitized to such subtle shifts

'Cause you got back and I seen how wings can fall out of place

I'd put it all down but I'm not one to forget

I'd catalog your leaving but I'm not one to forget

I'm lost in the etiquette surrounding thank-you notes

Unstamped and unsent

You're my outright last worst time hands down

You're my outright last worst time hands down