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Shes got a lip ring and five colours in her hair
Not into fashion but I love the clothes she wears
Her tattoos 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 [bad word] is she
That weirdo with five colours in her hair

Shes just a loner with a y atittude
I'd like to phone her coz she puts me in the mood
 [bad word] spreading round 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 asked me
Who the [bad word] 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 [bad word] is she
That weirdo with 5 colours in her hair

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