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I wanna talk to you.

"The last time we talked,
Mr. Smith,
you reduced me to tears.
I promise you it won't happen again."

Do I attract you?
Do I repulse you
with my queasy smile?

Am I too dirty?
Am I too flirty?
Do I like what you like?

I could wholesome,
I could be loathsome;
I guess I'm a little bit shy.

Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me,
without making me try?

I tried to be like Grace Kelly,
but all her looks were too sad.
So I tried a little Freddy;
I've gone identity mad!

I could be brown,
I could be blue,
I could violet sky.

I could be hurtful,
I could be purple,
I could be anything you like.

Gotta be green,
gotta be mean;
gotta be everything, more.

Why don't you like me,
why don't you like me,
why don't you walk out the door?

"Getting angry doesn't solve anything."

How can I help it?
How can I help it?
How can I help what you think?

Hello, my baby,
hello, my baby,
puttin' my life on the brink.

Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me;
why don't you like yourself?

Should I bend over?
Should I look older,
just to be put on your shelf?

I tried to be like Grace Kelly,
but all her looks were too sad.
So I tried a little Freddy;
I've gone identity mad!

I could be brown,
I could be blue,
I could be violet sky.

I could be hurtful,
I could purple,
I could be anything you like.

Gotta be green,
gotta be mean;
gotta be everything more.

Why don't you like me,
why don't you like me;
walk out the door!

Say what you want
to satisfy yourself,
hey!

But you only want
what everybody else says you should want,
you want.

I could be brown,
I could be blue,
I could be violet sky.

I could be hurtful,
I could be purple,
I could be anything you like.

Gotta be green,
gotta be mean;
gotta be everything more.

Why don't you like me,
why don't you like me;
walk out the door!

I could be brown,
I could be blue,
I could be violet sky.

I could be hurtful,
I could be purple,
I could be anything you like.

Gotta be green,
gotta be mean;
gotta be everything more.

Why don't you like me,
why don't you like me;
walk out the door!

"Humphrey, we're leaving."

Kachiiiiiiingaaa!