Sometimes my nails match my lips And my jeans hug my hips But I don't feel like doing all that right now He's on his way over And my hair's in a ponytail holder And my true colors are coming out
CHORUS:
He better love me when my roots are showing Or I'll pack up my boots and be going bye-bye-bye-bye-bye If it's me that he's impressed with Anything I might be dressed in Ought to be just fine If he's the one for me I'll know it He better love me when my roots are showing
He better love me when my roots are showing Or I'll pack up my boots and be going bye-bye-bye-bye-bye If it's me that he's impressed with Anything I might be dressed in Ought to be just fine Ought to be just fine