I don't care, the way you wear your hair, it makes 'em stop and stare at you
And I don't mind what makes you so unkind, it helps me to unwind at night
It's hard to see what makes you stay with me
It's hard for me to, to think nice things about you
But I've been thinking lately the way you try to bait me; it turns my brain to gravy
Neat, neat, neat
And I've been thinking lately the way you truly hate me; it turns my brain to gravy
Neat, neat, neat
Well I don't care the way you wear your hair, but when you're in the ground, you won't care