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



Credits
Writer(s): Emily Michaud
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