This girl, she didn't turn out quite the way she was supposed to do.
This girl, she got bored of all the things they brought her up to say.
She never meant then anyway.

This girl, she got caught out on the multi story car park,
Throwing goodbye notes notes wrapped up in bricks.
When they put her in the car She said, "Jesus made me do it",
But all the preists in all the land couldn't save this girl.

This girl, content with all the bloody noses, scabby knees,
You get from fighting wars like these.
Running past the tidy houses pulling faces, 
This material world couldn't tempt this girl.

Now she entertains the world and all its mates,
But she doesn't fit in.
And everybody thinks this girl is great, 
But she's lacing all the party drinks with venom from her poison pen.

This girl, she makes a habit of habitually lying,
Does everybodys head in.
She knows what happens if the next stop that you see,
It's not the one that everyone expeceted it to be,
This girl.

Happy families ran a supermarket checkout,
She loves to be the odd one out,
The party girl who stayed upstairs,
Playing musical chairs, 
She doesn't care.
This girl.

Now she entertains the world and all its mates,
But she doesn't fit in.
And everybody thinks this girl is great, 
But she's lacing all the party drinks with venom from her poison pen.

This girl, she didn't turn out the way she was supposed to do.