Is She Weird? (Live at the BBC)

I know you're rich in Good clothes and little things Your mind is fancy (And your car is bitchin') Is she weird? Is she weird, is she white? Is she promised to the night? And her head has no room Is she weird, is she white? Is she promised to the night? And her head has no room Is she weird, is she white? Is she promised to the night? And her head has no room And her head has no room Your heart is rip-shit Your mouth is everywhere I'm lyin' in it Is she weird, is she over me? Like the stars and the sun Like the stars and the sun Is she weird Is she weird, is she white? Is she promised to the night? And her head has no room Is she weird, is she white? Is she promised to the night? And her head has no room Is she weird, is she white? Is she promised to the night? And her head has no room And her head has no room No more of this, girl, cryin' I'm here, your big man You're mine Is she weird, is she white? Is she promised to the night? And her head has no room Is she weird, is she white? Is she promised to the night? And her head has no room Is she weird, is she white? Is she promised to the night? And her head has no room Is she weird, is she white? Is she promised to the night? And her head has no room Is she weird, is she white? Is she promised to the night? And her head has no room Head has no room