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I only own,
One comb.
It's red,
It doesn't scratch my head.
But it has gone.
Gone to Exeter.
We had guests to stay,
And they took it away.
My comb.
They didn't know,
When they had to go,
That it was in their bag.
My comb.
I took it for granted,
Until it was planted,
By Georgia, in their stuff.
My comb.
My hair is scruffy,
And somewhat fluffy,
And there's nothing I can do.
Without my comb.
How I wept,
For my hair so unkept.
But there's good news too,
It's coming home.
My comb.
It's in the post,
From the coast,
And will soon come through my door.
I really should buy some more.
For I only own,
One comb.
One comb.
It's red,
It doesn't scratch my head.
But it has gone.
Gone to Exeter.
We had guests to stay,
And they took it away.
My comb.
They didn't know,
When they had to go,
That it was in their bag.
My comb.
I took it for granted,
Until it was planted,
By Georgia, in their stuff.
My comb.
My hair is scruffy,
And somewhat fluffy,
And there's nothing I can do.
Without my comb.
How I wept,
For my hair so unkept.
But there's good news too,
It's coming home.
My comb.
It's in the post,
From the coast,
And will soon come through my door.
I really should buy some more.
For I only own,
One comb.
LOL i was picking up a so solid crew vibe from that.
So what you going to use in the meantime, your fingers?
Anyway...
Anyway...
Inspired!
I only own,
One comb.
It's red,
It doesn't scratch my head.
But it has gone.
Gone to Exeter.
We had guests to stay,
And they took it away.
My comb.
They didn't know,
When they had to go,
That it was in their bag.
My comb.
I took it for granted,
Until it was planted,
By Georgia, in their stuff.
My comb.
My hair is scruffy,
And somewhat fluffy,
And there's nothing I can do.
Without my comb.
How I wept,
For my hair so unkept.
But there's good news too,
It's coming home.
My comb.
It's in the post,
From the coast,
And will soon come through my door.
I really should buy some more.
For I only own,
One comb.
One comb.
It's red,
It doesn't scratch my head.
But it has gone.
Gone to Exeter.
We had guests to stay,
And they took it away.
My comb.
They didn't know,
When they had to go,
That it was in their bag.
My comb.
I took it for granted,
Until it was planted,
By Georgia, in their stuff.
My comb.
My hair is scruffy,
And somewhat fluffy,
And there's nothing I can do.
Without my comb.
How I wept,
For my hair so unkept.
But there's good news too,
It's coming home.
My comb.
It's in the post,
From the coast,
And will soon come through my door.
I really should buy some more.
For I only own,
One comb.