Lyric Split Ends

(T Finn/P Judd) - Beginning of the Enz
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Writing letters to my frenz
Telling them all about split ends
Watching flowers hit the floor
Why can t he see there s so much more

Four of one, twenty of another
It s all the same to me brother
Never know these days mother
I might still be your lover... yeah

Nothing else is so obscene as
coffee beans and smoke machines
Take your daughter for a ride
Let her know you re on her side

Guess there s no words can beat
The Sunday treat where rigamortis meat
Wish you d never found your feet
Sniffing toe jams really neat... it is

Writing letters to my frenz
Telling them all about split ends