That's a triffle obvious, girl 
 
 Telling me you don't belong in this world 
 
 Telling me as I fall flat on my face 
 
 In any case, that's your fall from grace 
 
 I know these melodramatics don't make things all right 
 
 Nor will they make you see things in a different light 
 
  
  You're a very pretty girl, Louise 
 
 But are the things you say just meant to tease 
 
 I'm doubled up on bended knees 
 
 Tell me, precious, tell me please 
 
 I know these melodramatics don't make things all right 
 
 Nor will they make you see things in a in a different light 
  
 
 And you can bite your lip 
 
 'Til the blood ran red 
 
 They're still such crazy things 
 
 To have said 
  
 
 Have a wonderful birthday, dear 
 
 Such a wonderful birthday, dear 
 
 It only comes but once a year 
 
 I'll spoil your party with a punky sneer 
 
 I know these melodramtics will make things alright 
 
 Nor will they make you see things in a different light