She's got a lip ring and five colours in her hair
Not into fashion but I love the clothes she wears
Her tatoos alwassy hidden by her underwear
But she don't care
Everybody wants to know her name
I threw a houseparty and she came
Everyone asks me
Who the hell is she?
That weirdo with 5 colours in her hair
She's just a loner with a sexy attitude
And I'd like to phone her cos she puts me in the mood
The rumours spreding round that she cooks in the nude
Cos she don't care
Cos she don't care
Everybody wants to know her name
How does she cope with her new found fame?
Everyone asks me
Who the hell is she?
That weirdo with 5 colours in her hair
She was all i thought about
The girl i cou;dn't live without
But then she went insane
She couldn't take the fame
She said i was to blame
She'd had enough
And shaved five colours off
And now...
she's just a weirdo with no name
Everybody wants to know her name
How does she cope with her new found fame?
Everyone asks me
Who the hell is she?
That weirdo with 5 colours in her hair
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