I'm gonna wash that man right outa my hair
I'm gonna wash that man right outa my hair
I'm gonna wash that man right outa my hair
And send him on his way
I'm gonna wave that man right outa my arms
I'm gonna wave that man right outa my arms
I'm gonna wave that man right outa my arms
And send him on his way
Don't try to patch it up
Tear it up, tear it up
Wash him out, dry him out
Push him out, fly him out
Cancel him and let him go
Yeah, sister
I'm gonna wash that man right outa my hair
I'm gonna wash that man right outa my hair
I'm gonna wash that man right outa my hair
And send him on his way
If the man don't understand you
If you fly on separate beams
Waste no time, make a change
Ride that man right off your range
Rub him out of the roll call
And drum him out of your dreams
If you laugh at different comics
If you root for different teams
Waste no time, weep no more
Show him what the door is for
Rub him out of the roll call
And drum him out of your dreams
Oh no, oh no
I'm gonna rub, wash, wave
Rub that man right outa my hair
I'm gonna rub, wash, wave
Rub that man right outa my hair
Don't try to patch it up
Tear it up, tear it up
Wash him out, dry him out
Push him out, fly him out
Cancel him and let him go
Yeah, sister
I'm gonna wash that man right outa my hair
I'm gonna wash that man right outa my hair
I'm gonna wash that man right outa my hair
And send him on his way and send him on his way
I'm gonna send him, send him on his way
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