Oh, you're so calico
You're all the colours in the world
You're not a curious young girl
I, I always beg of you
Do I know as much as I'm going to
You're so rebelled up in curls
Now when there's nothing sacred
Everyone's telling everyone everything
She just watches from a hill
On the periphery
This tempts a certain part of me
To wander up for a fill
Well, all these things I carry
They're not so necessary
And all is solitary
Well it's just not necessary
In a purple minded dream
You keep peeling back at what it really means
This beauty's too small to be true
It's all so calico
It's all the colours of the world
Unraveling in you
And all these things I carry
They're not so necessary
And all is solitary
Well it's quite unnecessary
When I can get so wary
Well it's just not necessary
Well all these things I carry
Well, they're just not necessary
Well all these things I carry
Well, they're just not necessary
When I can get so wary
Well, they're just not necessary
