14 July 2012
Repunzal, Repunzal, let down your hair! I heard it was thick as the fur on a bear!
Repunzal! Repunzal! So tangled and corse! As a hairdresser, i look at your locks in remorse!
Repunzal, repunzal, do you even shower? Your hair's collected dirt, hour by hour!
Repunzal, repunzal, look at these split ends! How could I ever call you my friend?
Repunzal, repunzal, you need a new 'Do. I'm sorry to say it, but it is the truth.
Repunzal, repunzal, your hair is in knots! As a stylist, it looks like your hair feircely fought!
Repunzal, repunzal, with ewww hair like this, I'm suprised you don't wonder why you've never been kissed!
Repunzal, repunzal, what can I say? Want the prince to climb up? TOO BAD! I'M GAY!
Shattered Gems And Worn Out Lights • Opuss № I