Five Colours In Her Hair

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 attitude And I'd like to phone her 'cause she puts me in the mood And the rumour's spreading now that she cooks in the nude But she don't care, but she don't care Everybody wants to know her name How does she cope with her new found fame? Everyone asked 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 asked me, who the hell is she That weirdo with five colours in her hair (One, two, three, four)