My hair blows, like a waterfall, over a cliff that is my face
My hair blows, heaven-bound, dirty blond rockets into space
Formally speaking, Rhett & Link use good poetry about their hair and put it into a song about the directions their hair grows in.
Informal: extremely splendiferous (according to the Oxford American Writer’s Thesaurus splendiferous is informal. Yeah, I looked in the thesaurus. You must be overcome with my coolness)
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