Our Anacondas Don’t Want None Unless You’ve Got A Man Bun

We like man buns, and we cannot lie
You other lovers can't deny
That if a guy walks by looking mad munchy
It’s probably 'cuz he used a big old scrunchy
We start to feel sweaty, and our faces turn red
When we see that thing growing out of his head
Shout-out to the boys and the male-identified
We’re hooked on your buns because they’re looking so fly
We can’t stop looking, we can’t stop staring
You all are so fine when you’re out there Jane Eyre-ing