She´s got a lip ring and 5 colours in her hair, Not into fashion but I love the clothes she wears,
Her tattoo´s always hidden by her underwear. She don´t care.
Everybody wants to know her name, I threw a house party and she came Everyone asked me Who the hell is she? That weirdo with 5 colours in her hair.
She´s just a loner with a sexy attitude, I´d like to phone her cos she puts me in the mood. The rumours spreading now that she cooks in the nude. But she don´t care, 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 couldn´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.