"Weirdo" lyrics
"Weirdo"
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So you think that I'm a weirdo
I don't fit inside a box
And you say I wasn't raised right
You don't like the way I talk
So you think that I'm a freak show
And you're afraid of what it means
'Cause if everybody's different
Maybe you're a freak like me
So you think that I'm a weirdo
That I act a little strange
But I like being a weirdo
And I don't ever wanna change
I don't wanna live a safe life
I got too much soul
(I had a bowl cut when I was eight, it was not great)
Always kicking, screaming, crying
Cursing, fighting, so defiant
I don't do what I am told
(I don't look like them, I don't move like them)
So you think that I'm a freak show
I wonder what that really means
'Cause if everybody's different
Maybe you're a freak like me
So you think that I'm a weirdo
That I act a little strange
But I like being a weirdo
And I don't ever wanna change
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
Weirdo, and I don't ever wanna change
When you're alone
Locked inside
Do your judgments still apply
Do you ever wonder why
When you try to explain
What is normal in your brain
Do you start to feel insane
So you think that I'm a weirdo
That I act a little strange
But I like being a weirdo
And I don't ever wanna change
So you think that I'm a weirdo
So you think that I'm a weirdo
So you think that I'm a weirdo
But I'm not ever gonna change
Writer(s): Tom Peyton, Frederik Thaae, Ryan A Spraker, Kristine Flaherty
- AZLyrics
- K
- K.Flay Lyrics
album:
"Inside Voices / Outside Voices" (2022)
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