She's got everything she needs and it isn't you A cosmetic arsenal a bucket of glue Signs on her back that say Keep on the grass Powerful liquor in a hip flask Coins from the commonwealth Doubloons from the sea A knife in her boot heel A Bonsai tree Ice cream in her pocket Diamonds from her fence It all works like clockwork It all makes sense
CHORUS To a force of nature, force of nature, force of nature That's what she is
With her clouded leopard on a leash in the shed A vicious black rodent she calls Fred She keeps her diary under the bed but there's nothin' in it cos it's all in her head Walkin' round London with foreign banknotes throwin' silver nunchucks at cab drivers throats Being invisible Being obscene Being the person you wish you'd been
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But inside her heart There's a kid locked away in a room Who throws a grenade at your feet that explodes with such force That it bursts your balloon like a force of nature
But inside her heart there's this kid locked away in a room Who peeks through the door every now and again and says hey I'm coming out soon
Her raincoat jingles Your mercury soars Every last move defies gravity's laws Her computer's connected directly to the stars Keeps her emotions in mason jars Stored in the attic in the roof near the sky Up in the rafters where the bats fly Being impossible Being on a roll Being like something you can't controlTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
