I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, or 5 colures in her hair.
Three colours in his hair
Do do do do do doo x3
He's got a duel disk and 3
colours in his hair,
Not into fashion but I love the clothes he
wears,
the puzzles never hidden under what he wears,
he don't
care.
Everybody wants to know his name,
I threw a
tournament and he came
everyone asked me
who the hell is he?
That pharaoh with 3 colours in his hair.
He's just a
loner with a sexy attitude;
I'd like to phone him cos he puts me
in the mood.
The rumours r spreading now. Saw his picture on the
news.
He don't care.
He don't care.
Everybody wants
to know his name,
How does he cope with his new found fame?
Everyone asks me,
who the hell is he?
That pharaoh with 3
colours in his hair.
He is all I think about,
the boy I
just can't live without.
Even if he goes insane,
if he
can't take the fame
if he says that I'm to blame,
Even
if he has enough
and shaves three colours off he knows,
I
won't let him be a pharaoh with no name.
Everybody wants to
know his name.
How does he cope with his new found fame?
Everyone asks me,
who the hell is he,
that pharaoh with 3
colours in his hair.
One two three four
Do do do do do doo x3
Well? What ya reckon?