Yeah Yeah Yeah I always thought that our relationship was cool You played the role of having sense, I always played the fool Now something's different, I don't know the reason why Whenever we separate, I almost want to cry Oh no, please not that again Oh Frieza, it's ugly hair And when I come home late, you don't complain Oh no, please not that again Oh Frieza, it's ugly hair And when I come home late, you don't complain Oh Frieza, it's ugly hair Oh Frieza, it's ugly hair Yeah, yeah, it's ugly hair Love's not so bad, they say But you never know where love is gonna go Does anybody really know? Check this out I'm standing at the altar As they play the wedding march I'm in a black tuxedo With my collar full of starch Oh, she looks as lovely as she's ever gonna get I wake up from this nightmare in a pearl of sweat Oh no, no, no, no Not that again Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm not going, I'm not going Love is, love is ugly hair No, not me, no No, no, not me, well Love is, love is, love is ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly hair What you gonna do, love? What you gonna do when it comes and gets to you?