Mika - Grace Kelly Lyrics

I wanna talk to you 
Last time we talked Mr Smith you reduced me to tears 
I promise you that won't happen again 

Do I attract you? 
Do I repulse you with my queasy smile? 
Am I too dirty? 
Am I too flirty? 
Do I like what you like? 

I got to be wholesome 
I could be loathsome 
Guess I'm a little bit shy 
Why don't you like me? 
Why don't you like me without making me try? 

I tried to be like Grace Kelly (mmmm) 
But all her looks were too sad (ahhh ahhh) 
So I tried a little Freddie (mmm) 
I've gone identity mad! 

I could be brown 
I could be blue 
I could be violet sky 
I could be hurtful 
I could be purple 
I could be anything you like 
Gotta be green 
Gotta be mean 
Gotta be everything more 
Why don't you like me? 
Why don't you like me? 
Why don't you walk out the door! 

[Getting angry doesn't solve anything.] 

How can I help ya 
How can I help it 
How can I help what you think? 
Hello my baby 
Hello my baby 
Putting my life on my brink 
Why don't you like me 
Why don't you like me 
Why don't you like yourself? 
Should I bend over? 
Should I look older just to be put on your shelf? 

I tried to be like Grace Kelly (mmmm) 
But all her looks were too sad (ahhh ahhh) 
So I tried a little Freddie (mmm) 
I've gone identity mad! 

I could be brown 
I could be blue 
I could be violet sky 
I could be hurtful 
I could be purple 
I could be anything you like 
Gotta be green 
Gotta be mean 
Gotta be everything more 
Why don't you like me? 
Why don't you like me? 
Walk out the door! 

Say what you want to satisfy yourself 
Hey! 
But you only want what everybody else says you should want 
you want 

I could be brown 
I could be blue 
I could be violet sky 
I could be hurtful 
I could be purple 
I could be anything you like 
Gotta be green 
Gotta be mean 
Gotta be everything more 
Why don't you like me? 
Why don't you like me? 
Walk out the door! 

I could be brown 
I could be blue 
I could be violet sky 
I could be hurtful 
I could be purple 
I could be anything you like 
Gotta be green 
Gotta be mean 
Gotta be everything more 
Why don't you like me? 
Why don't you like me? 
Walk out the door! 

Oooh, oooh! 

[Humphrey, we're leaving.]

Kaching