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Don't cut your hair Don't cut your hair Don't cut your hair, don't cut your hair Don't cut your hair, whatever you do! From Impanema to the Copacabana Woh, the monkeys [?] their asses for a piece of banana Pornstars, playboys, they're all after the money But ya never got a taste of baby [?] love ya honey Oh don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't-don't Don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't, yeah! Whatever you do! Beefsteak, clothes in a box of erasers Oooh, they love the dirty paper with the ugly faces If I could see you in your glory baby, even for a minute I'll give up my shelter and everything that's in it Oh don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't-don't Don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't-don't Don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't, yeah! Don't cut it, don't chop it It's like the bomb if you got it don't drop it Letras de canciones If you got a man then go ahead and flaunt it Any guy is lying if he says he doesn't want it Any guy is lying if he says he doesn't want it Yeah! Eeee-yeee! From Miami to the Sunset Strip All the guys... Though you look like a girl [?, ?] from afar, Close that curtain mama doesn't know what you are Oh don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't-don't Don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't ya, don't-don't Don't cut your hair Don't cut your hair Don't cut your hair Whatever you do! From Letras Mania