Primadonna girl, yeah
All I ever wanted was the world
I can't help that I need it all
The primadonna life, the rise and fall
You say that I'm kinda difficult
But it's always someone else's fault
Got you wrapped around my finger, babe
You can count on me to misbehave

Primadonna girl,
Would you do anything for me?
Buy a big diamond ring for me?
Would you get down on your knees for me?
Pop the pretty question right now, baby
Beauty queen on a silver screen
Living life like I'm in a dream
I know I've got a big ego
I really don't know why it's such a big deal, though

(Ooh) And I'm sad to the core, core, core
(Yeah)...

Rootless Lyrics

I'm a cloud drifting by
Dripping tears from the sky
I'm a snail without a shell
A leper with a golden bell

I've got nowhere to go
I'm a stray cat on the roam
Choking on a chicken bone
For a home sweet, no sweet home

For a root, for a leaf, for a branch, for a tree
For something, somebody that reminded them of me

Running with my roots pulled up
Caught me cold so they could cut
What there was left of love
I'm rootless, I'm rootless

Work your fingers to the bone
Building castles out of snow
I'm a nomad walking on
Humming to the same old song

Lower case society
Tighten no community
A kingdom without...

Feeling like a loser
Feeling like a bum
Sitting on the outside
Observing the fun

Don't get on my bad side
I can work a gun
Hop into the backseat baby
I'll show you some fun

These people are really weird,
And they're giving me the fear
Just because you know my name
Doesn't mean you know my game

I look myself in the face
And whisper "I'm in the wrong place"
Is there more to lose than gain
If I go on my own again? (On my own again)

Inside the outsider (on my own again)
Inside the outsider (on my own again)
Inside the outsider (on my own again)
Inside...

People are connecting
Don't know what to say
I'm good at protecting...

You can paint me any color
And I can be your clown
But you ain't got my number
Yeah, you can't pin me down
Yeah, you can't pin me down
Yeah, you can't pin me down

Now I got your back up
What do you not like
Do you think I'm stuck-up
'Cause I'm always picking fights
You might think I'm one thing,
But I am another
You can't call my bluff
Time to back off, motherfucker

Do you really want me to write a feminist anthem
I'm happy cooking dinner in the kitchen for my husband
Yeah, yeah

You can paint me any color
And I can be your clown
But you ain't got my number
No, you can't pin me down
Yeah, you can't pin me down
Yeah,...