AN: I do not own Scotty vanity……or the person who does your hair. And no, I don't give a crap who does your hair, leave that for your therapist.
Me and mello were sitting there when suddenly out of no where near came up and started singing,
Hey there
I like your hair,
Who does your hair?
I wanna go there
Pshyeah
I like your hair
Who does your hair?
I wanna go there
Hey bitches,
My scalp itches
I'll do my own damn hair
Pshyeah
I need more gel
My hair looks like hell
Fucking bitches
Oh my god
Blondes
Brunettes
Red heads
More like dreadheads
Oh my god
Hey there
I like your hair,
Who does your hair?
I wanna go there
Pshyeah
I like your hair
Who does your hair?
I wanna go there
Lets get a dyke spike
Are those highlights?
That's a great color
Ooh
Lets totally get a perm
pshyeah
time to retouch those roots
bitches
oh my god
blondes
brunettes
redheads
more like dreadheads
oh my god
Hey there
I like your hair,
Who does your hair?
I wanna go there
Pshyeah
I like your hair
Who does your hair?
I wanna go there
"I think he's d-"I started whispering to mello but was cutoff.
Where's my flat iron?
Heh
Where's my flat iron?
Heh
Where's my flat iron?
Heh
What a slut.
Excuse me?
But I like your cut.
Really?
Totally.
You're such a slut.
You still think im a slut?
Definitely.
blondes
brunettes
redheads
more like dreadheads
oh my god
Hey there
I like your hair,
Who does your hair?
I wanna go there
Pshyeah
I like your hair
Who does your hair?
I wanna go there
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh….my…god
Just shave it off
He finished singing. Wow. That was….disturbing. I looked at mello he was as shocked as I was cause his mouth was open and he had a disturbed look on his face.
"that was……….disturbing….." I said. Mello shook his head in agreement.
"yes it was matt. Yes it was."