I've just passed 35,
approaching middle life.
There's one thing I've never let thrive.
What is it?
What is it?
What is it?
I'm at the age of 13,
hiding it has become routine.
I've made sure it's never been seen,
even by me.
I'm growing my armpit hair,
I think it's going to give me some flair.
I've never seen it, it's never been there.
I'm growing my armpit hair,
I'm growing my armpit hair.
Goodbye to worries and cares,
I never thought I'd really dare.
I'm growing my armpit hair.
I
watch the girls go by,
armpits all stubbly and dry.
It makes me wonder why.
They do it, they do it, they do it.
Mum says I'm crossing the line.
Be normal, got a husband
to find.
But I feel like I'm running out of time,
to see it.
Curly or straight, brown or
blonde, I've got to find out, it can't be wrong.
I can't get old before I know it.
Time
has come for me to grow it.
Grow,
grow,
grow,
grow,
grow,
grow,
grow,
grow,
grow.
I'm growing
my armpit hair,
I think it's going to give me some flair.
I've never seen it, it's never
been there.
I'm growing my armpit hair,
I'm growing my armpit hair.
Goodbye to worries
and cares, I never thought I'd really dare.
I'm growing my armpit hair.