She's got a lip ring and five colours in her hair She's got a lip ring and five colours in her hair Ella tiene un anillo en el labio y 5 colores en el pelo, Not into fashion but I love the clothes she wears Not into fashion but I love the clothes she wears No entiendo de moda pero adoro la ropa que ella lleva, Her tattoos always hidden by her underwear Her tattoos always hidden by her underwear Su tatuaje siempre esta escondido por su ropa interior. But she don't care But she don't care Ella no tiene cuidado. Everybody wants to know her name Everybody wants to know her name Todos quieren saber su nombre, I threw a houseparty and she came I threw a houseparty and she came yo hice una fiesta y ella vino Everyone asks me Everyone asks me Todos me preguntaron Who the hell is she? Who the hell is she? Que demonios es ella? That weirdo with 5 colours in her hair That weirdo with 5 colours in her hair Ese bicho raro con 5 colores en el pelo She's just a loner with a sexy attitude She's just a loner with a sexy attitude Ahora ella es sólo una solitaria con una actitud atractiva, And I'd like to phone her 'cos she puts me in the mood And I'd like to phone her 'cos she puts me in the mood yo querría llamarla porque ella me divierte. The rumours spreading 'round that she cooks in the nude The rumours spreading 'round that she cooks in the nude Los rumores que dicen que ella cocina desnuda. 'Cos she don't care 'Cos she don't care Pero ella no tiene cuidado, 'Cos she don't care 'Cos she don't care ella no tiene cuidado. Everybody wants to know her name Everybody wants to know her name Todos quieren saber su nombre, How does she cope with her new found fame? How does she cope with her new found fame? Cómo ella se enfrenta con la fama Everyone asks me Everyone asks me Todos me preguntan, Who the hell is she? Who the hell is she? Quién demonios es ella? That weirdo with 5 colours in her hair That weirdo with 5 colours in her hair Ese bicho raro con 5 colores en el pelo She was all I thought about She was all I thought about Ella era todo lo que yo buscaba, The girl I couldn't live without The girl I couldn't live without La chica sin la que yo no podría vivir. But then she went insane But then she went insane Pero entonces ella se volvió loca, She couldn't take the fame She couldn't take the fame Ella no podría tomar la fama She said I was to blame She said I was to blame Ella dijo que yo era el culpable She'd had enough She'd had enough Ella había tenido suficiente And shaved five colours off And shaved five colours off Y se cortó sus cinco colores And now. . . And now. . . Y ahora... she's just a weirdo with no name she's just a weirdo with no name ella es sólo un bicho raro con ningún nombre Everybody wants to know her name Everybody wants to know her name Todos quieren saber su nombre, How does she cope with her new found fame? How does she cope with her new found fame? Cómo ella se enfrenta con la fama Everyone asks me Everyone asks me Todos me preguntan, Who the hell is she? Who the hell is she? Quién demonios es ella? That weirdo with 5 colours in her hair That weirdo with 5 colours in her hair Ese bicho raro con 5 colores en el pelo Everybody wants to know her name Everybody wants to know her name Todos quieren saber su nombre, How does she cope with her new found fame? How does she cope with her new found fame? Cómo ella se enfrenta con la fama Everyone asks me Everyone asks me Todos me preguntan, Who the hell is she? Who the hell is she? Quién demonios es ella? That weirdo with 5 colours in her hair That weirdo with 5 colours in her hair Ese bicho raro con 5 colores en el pelo