Texty: Lady GaGa. Born This Way (Special Edt.). Hair.

Whenever I dress cool,
My parents put up a fight
And if I'm a hotshot,
Mom will cut hair at night
In the morning I'm sure of my identity
I scream Mom and Dad,
'Why can't I be who I want to be'
I've had enough,
This is my prayer,
That I'll die living just as free as my hair.