Weird Girl

She don't say what she needs to say Or they'll run, run, run away She read the thoughts inside their brain She quiet, quiet, quiet obey She thinks she's the weird girl She thinks she's the weird girl She holds her breath but won't exhale A frail, frail fairy tale She scribbles sounds on spiral bounds The noise, noise outside drowns She thinks she's the weird girl She thinks she's the weird girl No one can, can hear her No one can, can hear her She thinks she's the weird girl She thinks she's the weird girl No one can, can hear her No one can, can hear her Reaching down her voice gets louder Deep inside her there's a power Pull it from her belly to her lips Reaching down her voice gets louder Deep inside her there's a power Pull it from her belly to her lips Is she revered, or is she weird Would they know it if she went and disappeared Why is being weird so feared and leered at She didn't volunteer to be smeared and sneered at Why is being weird, seen as bad Wearing plaid, drawing do-dads on a sketch pad I like being weird, I think it's sad That you get mad, your comrade's so rad Is she revered, or is she weird I hope everybody got right up and cheered Is she revered, or is she weird She don't say what she needs to say Or they'll run, run, run away She read the thoughts inside their brain She quiet, quiet, quiet obey She thinks she's the weird girl She thinks she's the weird girl No one can, can hear her No one can, can hear her She thinks she's the weird girl She thinks she's the weird girl No one can, can hear her No one can, can hear her