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