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 

		Black Francis
		(p) 1990 4-A-D