I think you're cool with your blue hair
And the way you act like you don't care
But tell me pretty mama where you got your style
And with the flick of a wrist I was quickly dismissed
Through her perfect she said f*ck you child
Still I think you're one of a kind girl
The way you're sitting right there with your waves and your curls
But why you trip trip tripping on the L train
Is it me is it you is there something I can do
Then I asked her for her number and she flipped me up a deuce