"Wear your hair down.
Wear your hair down.
Wear your hair down."
"What are you singing?"
"This song." Duh.
"Yeah, but what are you saying?"
"The lyrics."
"The refrain is "Where's your head at.""
"Huh. Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Oh." Contemplative silence. "Really?"
"Yeah."
"Oh." Sigh.
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