She dresses funny, I don't mind, I don't mindnShe sticks like honey in my mind all the timenMy heart starts to palpitatenI can feel my brain deflatenI feel great, I feel great, I feel greatnnShe dresses scary, that's all right, that's all rightnHer clothes are very out of sight every nightnWhen she walks through Harvard SquarenShe just lets the people starenShe don't care, she don't care, she don't carennHer hair was purple yesterdaynBefore she shaved it all awaynShe doesn't want to be beautifulnShe doesn't need to be beautifulnShe had a purple head of hairnBut now today it isn't therenShe doesn't care if she's beautifulnYour definition of beautifulnnAnd she looks like such a fierce thingnBut I know it isn't sonIn her leather and her piercingsnShe's the sweetest thing I knownnShe's got a boyfriend, that's okay, that's okaynWe wouldn't last more than a day anywaynBut why does she affect me sonEvery time she says hellonI don't know, I don't know, I don't knownnHer hair was purple yesterdaynBefore she shaved it all awaynShe doesn't want to be beautifulnShe doesn't need to be beautifulnHer hair was purple way back whennAnd someday it will be againnI don't care if she's beautifulnMy definition of beautiful