A common complaint I hear
From people who dye their hair
Is about touching up the roots
They\'ve given me a scare.
\"It\'s such a pain\" they cry,
\"Every few weeks it\'s salon time,
To disguise the roots you know,
It costs a pretty dime.\"
\"Don\'t do it!\" they warn me,
\"Once you colour you are stuck
With a life-long vicious cycle,
Try to camouflage, hide and tuck.\"
I see my own reflection,
Study my head for advancing grey,
Decide when it reaches my temples
Is when I\'ll enter the fray.
I\'ll grow old so will my roots
I\'ll colour my hair in every hue
That way my hair will be happy
And in my mirror I
\'ll enjoy the view.