I use a comb for my mussed-up hair A comb from a previous lady My current love thinks it's trash But her anger doesn't phase me
I think it's just an implement But she takes it away from me It's just a practical tool To her, a lingering memory
I plead my case that it's nothing But it's not what she wants to hear The girl's name was on the comb She might as well be standing here
So we throw the comb away No mountain from this molehill I will sweetly obey my current love May choppy waters be still
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