I know you're rich in Good clothes and little things Your mind is fancy (and your car is bitchin')
Is she weird Is she weird, is she white Is she promised to the night And her head has no room And her head has no room
Your heart is ripshit Your mouth is everywhere I'm lyin' in it
Is she weird Is she over me Like the stars and the sun Like the stars and the sun Is she weird Is she weird, is she white Is she promised to the night And her head has no room!
No more of this girl cryin' I'm here, your big man You're mine
Is she weird, is she white Is she promised to the night And her head has no room
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