Mariella歌词
Kate Nash - Mariella
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I'm heavy handed, to say the least.
My mother thinks I'll be an awful clutcher
'cus I spill things from stiring them too quickly.
I'm far too loud.
Its like, as soon as I've got an opinion,
it just has to come out.
I laugh at stupid things just cus they tickle me.
And sometimes, sometimes, I wish I was like Mariella,
she got some pritt stick and glued her lips together.
So she never had to speak,
never had to speak, never had to speak.
People used to say shes as quiet as a mouse,
she just doesn't make a peep.
She marched to her wardrobe and threw away the colour,
because wearing black looks mysterious,
but it didn't impress her mother.
She wanted to dress her baby in patterns and flowers,
but Mariella just crossed her arms
and so she cried for hours.
Mariella.
Mariella.
My pretty, baby girl