This strand is your strand, no, this strand ain't my strand
I know my hair colour and this one ain't mine, man
Why is it a problem for you to be honest?
This strand, it came from you, not me

True, you've dealt with assholes who've made up a shite game
Where they say they see hair but it's lies, lame
That ain't my scene, I know what I see
This strand, it came from you, not me

Here, length does matter 'cause it shows what the truth is
Mine goes to my ass, yours, meanwhile, is standard
Can't confound me, know your heart's pounding
This strand, it came from you, not me

And don't say I'm whining 'cause I'm not choking
Since the way you're saying it sounds quite like hoping
As if my ranting's worth that, hope you're kidding
This strand, it came from you, not me

This strand is your strand, no, this strand ain't my strand
Nor from the workers in the back, more lies, man
The kitchen's window shows they've all got hairnets
This strand, it came from you, not me

Came here for fine dinin', not for hair chokin'
Barely got to tastin' 'cause hair was showin'
Right there on the salad, you can stop your bitching
This strand, it came from you, not me