I'm heavy handed, to say the least
My mother thinks I'll be an awful clutcher
'Cause I spill things from stirring 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 'cause 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, "She's 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
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 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 there, they looked at her and thought she was quite strange
Boys aren't 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 puzzle right every day
And she could do the alphabet backwards, without making any mistakes
Mariella, Mariella
Pretty, pretty girl
Mariella, Mariella
Happy in her own little world
Happy in her own little world
And she says, "I'm never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever
Yeah, I'm never ever ever ever ever ever ever
Yeah, I'm never ever ever ever ever ever ever
Gonna unglue my lips from being together"