No one can tell her, what she should want And she wants coca-cola And maybe she prefers walking alone And co-oping with no one
She's a pretty storm of white red and black Got a cig in her pocket and a tooth on her neck Always is alright although almost dead And she'd already caught you in her net
Always in some company, it's always new Always joking something and she's always blue Always seems so good always seems alright But she's never ever actually fine
She's a pretty storm of white red and black Got a cig in her pocket and a tooth on her neck Always is alright although almost dead And she'd already caught you in her net
Never shows up at school always stays at home Despite being a loner never is alone She is too afraid of that thoughts in her head She would be in limbo without her cat
She's a pretty storm of white red and black Got a cig in her pocket and a tooth on her neck Always is alright although almost dead And she'd already caught you in her net
No one can tell her what she should be But she's dark and depressed one Best sense of humour in the whole town And strongest feeling of guilt now
She's a pretty storm of white red and black Got a cig in her pocket and a tooth on her neck Always is alright although almost dead And she'd already caught you in her net