The Blonde

Who's gonna pay attention To the redheads of the world Who's gonna call them up at night When they're naked and alone And who's gonna kiss the brown haired girls Who's gonna wipe away their tears And what about the black haired girls Who's gonna whisper filthy things into their ears 'Cause anyone who ever had a brain Wouldn't stand out in the rain Or keep it up for very long Just to prove somebody wrong And anyone who ever had a heart Or sang a lonesome song Would sell their little souls Just to make it with the blonde It's just unearned admiration Are you sick of all the stares You don't need to hide yourself away You only need to dye your hair But it won't do you any good 'Cause pretty soon your roots will be showing And anytime you try to leave the room They'll ask you just where the hell Do you think you're going 'Cause anyone who ever had a brain Wouldn't stand out in the rain Or keep it up for very long Just to prove somebody wrong And anyone who ever had a heart Or sang a lonesome song Would sell their little souls Just to make it with the blonde --- The Blonde - TV Girl