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In Search of the Perfect ShampooI've squandered love as I've wanderedLover to lover untrue Cut flowers pink tile showers Women I've counted like coups [?] Been in search of the perfect shampoo You thrilled me Walked right up to me My follicles prayed it was true Don't panic, we're pure organic No more medicated goo Now I've found me the perfect shampoo And it's you So rub-a-dub, dub dub Just you me in the tub Gonna suds away all our troubles In a million low pH bubbles ... Hey, Daddy, how come you had me? Where Mamas pajamas see-through? You look great, Dad, in your P-38, Dad Were you in love or just blue Or in search of the perfect shampoo? |