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One day I traveled to the striped pencil of provocations The sign on the door said Hair 2000 The hair stylist showed me the faces of deception, and lolly gagging lolly gagging lolly gagging Mixed with hair pieces of purple hue She spoke of a salesman in black leather and a escalade With fair weather medallions printed on his forehead That bled That bled That bled And the short strident steps of a man out of season, that's the reason, he was bleeding, and sneezing and wheezing. I listened. I listened. I listened Tentatively Hopelessly Arcanely And I told her to cut my hair long. And she willed the hair the way it was to be She cut my hair long. She cut my hair long. She cut my hair long. And we parted ways. And we parted ways. And we parted ways.