I'm finally losing my hair
I can rid myself of all of that
Vanity fare
Catching my reflection
In the parked car window's glass
I see only my face
Not the girl catching my pass
Michael Jackson's wrong
I'm stopping with the mirror man
I'm looking at the world
I''m just a guy I don't have any fans
I'm finally losing my hair
I can rid myself of all of that
Vanity fare
Instead
Why don't you
Run your fingers
Through my brain
It's only gray matter
Trapped in my skull
But it's got a lion's mane
It's got a lion's mane
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