Sometimes life isn't fair and sometimes life isn't sweet.
My shiny head makes people stare as I walk alone down the street.
No, you can't touch, don't you dare.
It's a sensitive topic, so I cover up with a sheet.
I might be pretty rare, but I'm also pretty neat.
My shiny head is my own, and I like to wear it bare.
It blinds the birds so in peace I can eat.
Bald is nice, bald is beautiful,
I like myself this way, and I lik myself enough to stay.