Hats look stupid on me.
People actually come up and tell me so. I don't know why.
Beanies slide up my head until they're just sitting on top, ready to be blown off by the wind.
I'm destined to be hatless, forever.
People actually come up and tell me so. I don't know why.
Beanies slide up my head until they're just sitting on top, ready to be blown off by the wind.
I'm destined to be hatless, forever.