She's got a lip ring and five 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 five colours in her hair.
She's just a loner with a sexy atittude, I'd like to phone her cos she puts me in the mood. The rumours spreading now, that she cooks in the nude. 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 five 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 five colours in her hair.
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Compositor: Tom Fletcher / Danny Jones / James Bourne / Ben Sargeant