The Other One

Ever since I was a child

I never had a crowd

I was much too harsh, too wild

Too stinkin' loud

Nuns and judges, they shed some tears

Said, "This delinquent, she just terrifies all her peers"

So I tried to play it straight

But I just played in the mud

Since the age of eight

Rebellion was just in my blood

They go red in the face and they pull their hair

'Cause I was a basket case, never really seemed to care

There are two girls in a line

One is doing fine

I'm the other one

One's in a dress

I'm a muddy mess

I'm the other one

Oh, Lord, to be the other one

Who doesn't quite fit in

The other one is all I've ever been

And that's how I like it, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Why do you like being the odd man out?)

It's the mystique I cultivate, tells everybody, "Don't mess with her, just steer clear"

(I have that mystique as well, I just don't, uh, cultivate it)

Whenever I approach

Most people just walk away

But the sad part is

I know they'd likely despise me

If they decided to stay

There are two girls in a line

One has got that shine

I'm the other one

Blending in is easy for some

I'm the sorest thumb

I'm the other one

Oh, I've always been the other one

Who never quite fits in

The other one is all I've ever been

And I don't like it, na-na-na-na-na

Why would you wanna be the same as all the people

All the suckers, making homes and planning parties

Feeding babies, cleaning dishes, serving coffee

Serving every man in sight a Wonder Bread and peanut butter

Feeling dead but clearing clutter

Your bed so cold and growing mold

But it was sold to you at Abraham and Straus

One of your spouse's favorite stores

And 'cause it's his that means it's yours

You're a minion, your opinion is worth less

Than an ordinary house cat

Why you wanna be that?

Like every other person that you know?

('Cause it's easier?)

Is it, though?

All I know is when I see a crowd

I have to figure out how to enter

And for once I'd like to feel like I was just in the center

There are two girls in the john

One is real far gone

I'm the other one

(The other one) The other one

One girl pretends that she don't care

As she fidgets with her hair

I'm the other one (The other one)

Who decides who is the other one?

Is that all I'll ever be?

Even when I have another other one standing next to me

And I guess I don't know how to feel about it, uh-uh-no