She's a control freak
Everything's gotta be neat
She's got clean sheets
She has bare feet
In her head she's got money
She buys things with her dreams
She collects plastic bags
'Cause they might come in handy
She doesn't need a man
To take her mind off of things
She's got lots to write about
And lots to find amusing
I don't know what it is
But she reminds me of me
She likes a new magazine
She likes rock 'n roll songs
She supports Greenpeace
She gets all the questions wrong
She's no good at maths
She can't spell at all
She'll mistake you for someone else
And be late for her own funeral
She collects things
That you might call junk
She's got long hair
She gets choked up a lot
I don't know what it is
But she reminds me of me
She's really quite shy
She doesn't know what to say to strangers
Gets lost in thoughts
Has no way of arranging them
Party and Im all too much is
Never enough
Next morning
She's always feeling rough
And she talks to herself
Rehearses conversations
Never plans anything
But goes through the motions
I don't know what it is
But she reminds me of me
She believes that she shouldn't
Ever take no crap
She's an independent woman
And she's happy with that
Whatever the plan
She's never been sussed
She's a really good host
But takes time to adjust
Went to remedial school for
Bad grammar
And what do you know
Turns out a songwriter
I don't know what it is
I don't know what it is
I don't know what it is
She reminds me of me