| Do do do do do doo
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| Do do do do do doo
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| Do do do do do doo
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| She’s got a lip ring and 5 colors in her hair,
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| Not into fashion but I love the clothes she wears,
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| Her tattoo’s always hidden by her underwear.
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| She don’t care.
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| Everybody wants to know her name,
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| I threw a house party and she came
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| Everyone asked me
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| Who the hell is she?
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| That weirdo with 5 colors in her hair.
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| She’s just a loner with a sexy attitude,
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| I’d like to phone her 'cause she puts me in the mood.
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| The rumors spreading that she cooks in the nude.
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| She don’t care.
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| Everybody wants to know her name,
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| How does she cope with her new found fame?
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| Everyone asks me,
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| Who the hell is she?
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| That weirdo with 5 colors in her hair.
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| She was all I thought about,
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| The girl I couldn’t live without.
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| But then she went insane,
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| She couldn’t take the fame
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| She said I was to blame
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| She’d had enough
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| And shaved five colors off
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| And now she’s just a weirdo with no name.
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| Everybody wants to know her name.
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| How does she cope with her new found fame?
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| Everyone asks me,
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| Who the hell is she,
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| That weirdo with 5 colors in her hair.
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| Do do do do do doo
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| Do do do do do doo
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| Do do do do do doo |