i know you're rich in

good clothes and little things

your mind is fancy

(and your car is bitchin')



is she weird

is she weird, is she white

is she promised to the night

and her head has no room

and her head has no room



your heart is ripshit

your mouth is everywhere

i'm lyin' in it



is she weird

is she over me

like the stars and the sun

like the stars and the sun

is she weird

is she weird, is she white

is she promised to the night

and her head has no room!



no more of this girl cryin'

i'm here, your big man

you're mine



is she weird, is she white

is she promised to the night

and her head has no room