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I'm heavy handed, to say the least.
too quickly.
I'm far too loud.
Its like, as soon as I've got an opinion, it just has to come out.
I laugh at stupid things just cus they tickle me.
And sometimes, sometimes, I wish I was like Mariella,
She got some pritt stick and glued her lips together.
So she never had to speak, never had to speak, never had to speak.
People used to say shes as quiet as a mouse, she just doesn't make a peep.
She marched to her wardrobe and threw away the colour
Because wearing black looks mysterious, but it didn't impress her mother.
She wanted to dress her baby in patterns and flowers
But Mariella just crossed her arms and so she cried for hours.
Mariella.
Mariella.
My pretty, baby girl
Unglue your lips from being together and wear some pink and pearls.
You can have your friends 'round and they can stay for tea.
Won't you just try to fit in please, do this for me.
her bedroom, and she sat on her bed.
And she looked in the mirror and she thought to herself
"If I wanna play, I can play with me, If I wanna think, I'll think in my head."
At school, Mariella didn't have many friends, yeah, the girls there
They looked at her and thought she was quite strange.
Boys aren't really into girls at that age.
And the teachers, they thought Mariella was just going through a phase.
secrets in her world.
Yeah, she always got the crossword puzzle right every day
And she could do the alphabet backwards, without making any mistakes.
Mariella.
Mariella.
Pretty, pretty girl.
Mariella.
Mariella.
Happy in her own little world
Happy in her own little world
ever gunna unglue my lips from being together."
together."
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