Lyrics
I'm heavy handed
To say the least
My mother thinks I'll be an awful clutcher
'Cause I spill things from stirring 'em too quickly
I'm far too loud
It's like as soon as I've got an opinion, it just has to come out
I laugh at stupid things
Just 'cause they tickle me
And
Sometimes I wish
Sometimes I wish I was like Mariella
She got some Pritt Stick and she glued her lips together
So she never had to speak, never had to speak, never had to speak
People used to say she's as quiet as a mouse, she just doesn't make a peep
She marched to her wardrobe and she 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
Unglue your lips from being together and wear some pink and pearls
You can have your friends 'round and they can stay for tea
Won't you just try to fit in please? Do this for me"
But Mariella just crossed her arms and she walked up the stairs
And she went into her bedroom and she sat on her bed
And 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 friends
Yeah, the girls, they all looked at her and they thought she was quite strange
And the boys, they're not really into girls at that age
And the teachers, they thought Mariella was just going through a phase
But Mariella just smiled as she skipped down the road
Because she knew all the secrets in her world
Yeah, she always got the crossword puzzles right every day
And she could do the alphabet backwards, without making any mistakes
Mariella
Mariella
You pretty, pretty girl
Mariella
Mariella
Happy in your own little world