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She's got a lip ring and five colors in her hair.
Not into fashion,
but I like the clothes she wears.
Her tattoos are wasted by her underwear.
She don't care.
Everybody wants to know her name.
I threw a house party and she came.
Everyone asks me,
who the hell is she?
That weirdo with five colors in her hair.
She's just a loner with a sexy attitude.
And I'd like to phone her,
cause she puts me in the mood.
And the rumor's spreading now that she cooks in the nude.
She don't care.
She don't care.
Everybody wants to know her name.
How'd she cope with the nude buffet?
Everyone asks me,
who the hell is she?
That weirdo with five colors in her hair.
She was all I thought about.
The girl I couldn't live without.
But then she went insane.
She couldn't take the fame.
She said it was to blame.
She'd had enough.
In shape, five colors, all thin now.
She's just a weirdo with no name.
Everybody wants to know her name.
How'd she cope with the nude buffet?
Everyone asks me,
who the hell is she?
That weirdo with five colors in her hair.
One, two, three, four.
That was just so hard with these.
Did you hear my voice?