The things she said she couldn't hold
Once outside her mouth, they weren't hers anymore
The cobble stones forgot to sound
When our hi-igh heels came stu-umbling down

He asked her how but she heard him smile
She said "i just think the rain is too slow"
She said "i'm aking to be bald"
And she thought the world might just be better that way

We're better bald...
Happier bald, we're smarter bald, we're brighter bald, we're better...
Bald.