Looks Like Hair Is Falling

All alone and I'm facing the mirror
And the bright lights are shinin’ on me
I was thinkin’ how my dome had never shone back
Till age thirty-three
You know I've always been receding
(Spent my life wearin’ hats)
And I don't have much mane
(Won't grow no matter what)
But the loss I've seen lately
Keeps on falling out, I’m calling out
It’s falling out, for shame

So put me on some Rogaine®
And loan me a comb
Looks like hair is falling from my dome

You can spend all your time looking dashing
You can spend all your life making trends
If your hair fell to the floor tomorrow
Would that be your end?

And when you're looking for your hairpiece
(Nobody’s seen your hair)
And you can't find the rug
(Can't find it anywhere)
When there's nothing of your weave, then
So you're goin’ whack, you want it back
The hair you lack, for sure

So put me on some Rogaine®
And loan me a comb
Looks like hair is falling from my dome

Looks like hair is falling
Looks like hair is falling
Looks like hair is falling from my dome

Looks like hair is falling (geez!)
Looks like hair is falling (come on!)
Looks like hair is falling from my dome

Looks like hair is falling (geez!)
Looks like hair is falling (no gotta!)
Looks like hair is falling from my dome