Lyrics Ashley Tisdale

Ashley Tisdale

Hair

I'm in disarray, I'm unkempt

And I love the sugar

Yeah this is what you do

When you run your fingers through my hair

In the morning I'm feeling like a sexy superstar

Why, why did you rock my party

Wanna make me say (hey)

You're the only one

That keeps me singing, la, la, la

I love to smell your t-shirt

I like the way you are

But most of all I like it, like it

I like what you do to my hair

Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good

I like what you do to my hair

Tousle it, tease it, run your fingers through it

Oh, how you do it

Now go and mess it up

Mess it up, baby mess it up

Mess it up, mess it up

Do what you like, can't get enough, oh

I like what you do to my hair

Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good

I'm un-perfect, so un-me

But I love your sugar

See, this is what you do

You get my ponytail

Beside my bangs you're laughable

I don't mind cause

I think it's kinda super cool

Why, why did you rock my party

Wanna make me say (hey)

You're the only one

That keeps me singing, la, la, la

I love to smell your t-shirt

I like the way you are

But most of all I like it, like it

I like what you do to my hair

Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good

I like what you do to my hair

Tousle it, tease it, run your fingers through it

Oh, how you do it

Now go and mess it up

Mess it up, baby mess it up

Mess it up, mess it up

Do what you like, can't get enough, oh

I like what you do to my hair

Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good

Tonight I'm gonna fix it up real nice

My Shirley Temple curls

I want you to mess them up

I'll put on a bow

Cause I want you to know

That you got your name on my heart

You wake up at it

I like the way that you do it baby

I like what you do to my hair

Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good

I like what you do to my hair

Tousle it, tease it, run your fingers through it

Oh, how you do it

Now go and mess it up

Mess it up, baby mess it up

Mess it up, mess it up

Do what you like, can't get enough, oh

I like what you do to my hair

Who knew that looking a mess could feel so good