I was taught all of these expectations but reality seems to get in the way
And nothing that they said was true and I just can't get over you
I see you over flashing lights you're holding her and it's not right
But there is nothing I can do except for wish my hair was blue
Still I dye my hair just to get your attention and I cut it off just to find some direction
Guess in your eyes she is perfection
But if blondes have more fun
Then why'm I dancing on my own
If blondes have more fun
Then why'm I dancing on my own
I thought that we were going to work my calculations said we'd work
But clearly that just wasn't true or else you wouldn't be with her
I wish that I could just forget I wish you weren't in my head
And why is it that as I dance I'm wishing that my hair was red
Still I dye my hair just to get your attention and I cut it off just to find some direction
Guess in your eyes she is perfection
But if blondes have more fun
Then why'm I dancing on my own
If blondes have more fun
Then why'm I dancing on my own
I'm trying to be accepting Maybe I'll relax
Maybe my life's better When I just subtract
You from my life And hair from my head
Maybe I'll live now before I am dead
But if blondes have more fun
Then why'm I dancing on my own
If blondes have more fun
Then why'm I dancing on my own
But if blondes have more fun
Then why'm I dancing on my own
If blondes have more fun
Then why'm I dancing on my own
