Vārdi: Ashley Tisdale. Guilty Pleasure. Hair.

I'm in disarray, I'm unkempt
And I love the sugar
Yeah this is what you do
When you run your fingers through my hair
In the morning I'm feeling like a sexy superstar

Why, why did you rock my party
Wanna make me say (hey)
You're the only one
That keeps me singing, la, la, la
I love to smell your t-shirt
I like the way you are
But most of all I like it, like it

I like what you do to my hair
Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good
I like what you do to my hair
Toss it up, tease it, run your fingers through it
Oh, how you do it
Now go and mess it up
Mess it up, baby mess it up
Mess it up, mess it up
Do what you like, can't get enough, oh
I like what you do to my hair
Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good

I'm un-perfect, so un-me
But I love your sugar
See, this is what you do
You get my ponytail
Beside my bangs you're laughable
I don't mind cause
I think it's kinda super cool

Why, why did you rock my party
Wanna make me say (hey)
You're the only one
That keeps me singing, la, la, la
I love to smell your t-shirt
I like the way you are
But most of all I like it, like it

I like what you do to my hair
Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good
I like what you do to my hair
Toss it up, tease it, run your fingers through it
Oh, how you do it
Now go and mess it up
Mess it up, baby mess it up
Mess it up, mess it up
Do what you like, can't get enough, oh
I like what you do to my hair
Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good

Tonight I'm gonna fix it up real nice
A surely dab of pearls
I want you to mess them up
I'll put on a bow
Cause I want you to know
That you got your name on my heart
You wake up at it
I like the way that you do it baby

I like what you do to my hair
Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good
I like what you do to my hair
Toss it up, tease it, run your fingers through it
Oh, how you do it
Now go and mess it up
Mess it up, baby mess it up
Mess it up, mess it up
Do what you like, can't get enough, oh
I like what you do to my hair
Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good