Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pixies
Performer
Black Francis
Vocals
David Lovering
Drums
Joey Santiago
Electric Guitar
Kim Deal
Bass Guitar
Robert F. Brunner
Theremin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Black Francis
Songwriter
Letras
I know you're rich in
Good clothes and little things
Your mind is fancy
And your car is bitchin'
Is she weird, is she weird, is she white
Is she promised to the night?
And her head has no room
Is she weird, is she white
Is she promised to the night?
And her head has no room
Is she weird, is she white
Is she promised to the night?
And her head has no room
And her head has no room
Your heart is ripshit
Your mouth is everywhere
I'm lyin' in it
Is she weird, is she over me?
Like the stars and the sun
Like the stars and the sun
Is she weird, is she white
Is she promised to the night?
And her head has no room
Is she weird, is she white
Is she promised to the night?
And her head has no room
Is she weird, is she white
Is she promised to the night?
And her head has no room
And her head has no room
No more of this girl cryin'
I'm here, your big man
You're mine
Is she weird, is she white
Is she promised to the night?
And her head has no room
Is she weird, is she white
Is she promised to the night?
And her head has no room
Is she weird, is she white
Is she promised to the night?
And her head has no room
Is she weird, is she white
Is she promised to the night?
And her head has no room
Is she weird, is she white
Is she promised to the night?
And her head has no room
Head has no room
Writer(s): Charles Thompson
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