Mariella
I'm heavy handed, to say the leastMy mother thinks I'll be an awful clutcher'Cause I spill things from stirring them too quicklyI'm far too loudIts like, as soon as I've got an opinion, it just has to come outI laugh at stupid things just 'cause they tickle me
And sometimes, sometimes, I wish I was like MariellaShe got some Pritt Stick and glued her lips togetherSo she never had to speak, never had to speak, never had to speakPeople used to say, "She's as quiet as a mouse, she just doesn't make a peep"
She marched to her wardrobe and threw away the colourBecause wearing black looks mysterious, but it didn't impress her motherShe wanted to dress her baby in patterns and flowersBut Mariella just crossed her arms and so she cried for hours
Mariella, MariellaMy pretty, baby girlUnglue your lips from being together and wear some pink and pearlsYou can have your friends 'round and they can stay for teaWon't you just try to fit in please, do this for me
But Mariella just crossed her arms and walked up the stairsAnd she went into her bedroom, and she sat on her bedAnd 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 friendsYeah, the girls there, they looked at her and thought she was quite strangeBoys aren't really into girls at that ageAnd the teachers, they thought Mariella was just going through a phase
But Mariella just smiled as she skipped down the roadBecause she knew all the secrets in her worldYeah, she always got the crossword puzzle right every dayAnd she could do the alphabet backwards, without making any mistakes
Mariella, MariellaPretty, pretty girlMariella, MariellaHappy in her own little worldHappy in her own little world
And she says, "I'm never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever everYeah, I'm never ever ever ever ever ever everYeah, I'm never ever ever ever ever ever everGonna unglue my lips from being together"