My earthly chair is a throne of grace
With a vinyl cape and a smiling face
I take your split ends, your worries and cares
And I snip 'em away on a cloud of hairspray
I can give you a bounce that the world can't ignore
But baby, this is just the dress rehearsal floor.
(Chorus)
You think this blonde is bright?
You think these curls are tight?
You ain't seen nothin' yet, no!
When these golden hands get to the other side
And the Man Upstairs lets me open my shop inside
With a halo for a dryer and a holy-light glow
You think I'm good now? Just wait 'til I go!
Oh, just wait 'til I go!
(Verse 2)
Down here, I work with a bottle of dye
And a prayer that the sun don't fade it from the sky
I can straighten the kinks from the hardest day
And send you out laughing, feeling brand new and okay
But the colors I mix in this mortal air
Are just a dim reflection of the glory up there.
(Chorus)
You think this blonde is bright?
You think these curls are tight?
You ain't seen nothin' yet, no!
When these golden hands get to the other side
And the Man Upstairs lets me open my shop inside
With a halo for a dryer and a holy-light glow
You think I'm good now? Just wait 'til I go!
Oh, just wait 'til I go!
(Bridge)
I've been practicin' for Paradise
With every cut, I'm gettin' it right!
There's a chair by the river, made of pearl and gold
No more gray to cover, no more stories untold
We'll be talkin' and laughin', a heavenly sound
While the angels hold the clips and the seraphs gather 'round!
(Guitar Solo - Energetic, soaring, and joyful, like a hair flip in slow motion that sends glitter everywhere.)
(Chorus - Bigger, with a choir of backing vocals)
You think this blonde is bright?!
You think these curls are tight?!
YOU AIN'T SEEN NOTHIN' YET!
When these golden hands get to the other side
And the Man Upstairs gives me his whole clientele list!
With a halo for a dryer and a holy-light glow!
You think I'm good now? JUST WAIT 'TIL I GO!
(Outro)
Yeah, just wait 'til I go...
Gonna need more hairspray where I'm headed, I know...
(Faint sound of a blow dryer whirring and fading out, mixed with a final, joyful shout of laughter.)
...Heavenly hold!
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AnthonyBlackmon
