Chumbawamba - This Girl

This girl
She didn’t turn out
Quite the way she was supposed to do
Ooh
This girl
She got bored of all the things
They brought her up to say
She newer meant them anyway

This girl
She got caught out
On the multi-storey car park
Throwing goodbye notes
Wrapped up in bricks
When they put her in the car
She said ’jesus made me do it’
But all the priest in all the world
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 temp this girl

Now she enertains the world
And all it’s mates
But she doesn’t fit in
Everybody thinks this girl is great
But she’s lacing all the party drinks
With venom from a poison pen

This girl
She made a habit of habitually lying
Does everybody’s head in
She knows what happens
When the next stop that you see
It’s not the one
That everyone expected to be
This girl

Happy families
Round the supermarket check-out
She loves to be the odd one out
The party girl who stayed upstair
Playing musical chairs
La-la, la-la-la
She doesn’t care
This girl

Now she enertains the world
And all it’s mates
But she doesn’t fit in
Everybody thinks this girl is great
But she’s lacing all the party drinks
With venom from a poison pen

This girl
She didn’t turn out
Quite the way she was supposed to do
Ooh