Alis Rowe - The Girl With the Curly Hair
You can't see me because I'm invisibleHow can I be memorable and forgettable
Comply on the outside, alone I defy
Such a difficult but a brilliant mind
I'm different in ways hard to see
I present to you, I am what you perceive
Normal and quirky, very quiet and shy
Big thoughts, feelings, I can't say hi
I'd rather be silent than be an autopilot
Secretly I'm loud when I am in private
I just really hate crowds, chaos and drama
On my own I innovate and create the finest
One Lonely Mind, she was way behind
But when she grew, she was like a butterfly
Spread my wings, now you see I can fly
Under this light now I'm saccharine
Opened closed minds and made the dark shine
Mind-opener of the night, in my spare time
Most of all, I favour being back in my world
Because I'm the girl with the hair curls
The girl with the curly hair
With, with the curly hair
The girl with the curly hair
With, with the curly hair
The girl with the curly hair
With, with the curly hair
The girl with the curly hair
With, with the curly hair
I should connect to people, ought to but I don't
Even when invited out, I'd just rather be alone
Everyone said yes, but I said no
This is how the project became so well known
Just myself, a computer and a room with some wi-fi
Because outside, I just wanted to hide
My whole life, I was always on the outside
I found my sanctum, it was inside my mind
Inside my mind, Ingenuity occupies
In the background, there's the Observer, say hi
Watches it all, is a very quiet person
The Scientist, sees specifics
The Writer, is prolific
Inside my mind, is the place that I reside
I describe, specialise and I exercise
It's relieving to me to find somewhere that I fit
Disbelieving in me, I was just the misfit
The girl with the curly hair
With, with the curly hair
The girl with the curly hair
With, with the curly hair
The girl with the curly hair
With, with the curly hair
The girl with the curly hair
With, with the curly hair
I'm a star, finding others on my level's hard
I can try to relate but there seems to be a guard
In my glass jar home is never too far
Organised, quiet, filled with five stars
I can't commit, I get homesick
It means there is a level that I can't connect with
I think I'm sick but with no one I click
I can pick up the mic, write and rhyme and that's it
Conversation is vague, like how was your day
Too hazy to talk in a meaningful way
I need context and a contents else it's nonsense
I work best with content in correspondence
There seem to be rules, to which I'm unschooled
I'm a bit too unusual, nah that's too uncool
But even they admit that my lyrics are cool
Yet I am criticized for too few pursuits
I'm confused and consumed, I withdrew
Eye contact, what's that? Lost track but came through
My thoughts are whacked, they seem to counteract
And I'm distracted by the lights... oh, and the backing track
They say X and hear X, it's complex for me
I hear Y, ask why? and what do you mean
How confusing then, when Y doesn't happen
I seem to have a style but I am out of fashion
They just roll their eyes and forget about me
Maybe with this song they will remember me
And they'll be like oh yeah
I remember that girl with tha curly hair
The girl with the curly hair
With, with the curly hair
The girl with the curly hair
With, with the curly hair
The girl with the curly hair
With, with the curly hair
The girl with the curly hair
With, with the curly hair
The girl
The girl
The girl
The girl
The girl
The girl
The girl
The girl
With the curls
Written by:
Alis Rowe
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