She was getting sick n' tired Of being sick n' tired She'd drink three cups of coffee And get really wired She'd twitch n' move and shake her head She'd lie on the floor pretend she was dead She was normal but at the same time
Strange Strangely normal Strange Strangely normal There ain't nobody else she was born to be
She'd drown herself in a Pool of liquid make-up She wished she had a boyfriend So she could break up She'd take herself out to those ugly places Make her feel sick all those beautiful faces She was normal but at the same time
Make for yourself no apologies Keep your eyes on Jesus and let him be The author of our lives and Looking back one day we'll say By following Jesus we Become who we're supposed to be And that's all we want You are the hands we are the clay Mold us and make us strange
You are the hands we are the clay Makes us and mold us something special Strangely normal There ain't nobody else we were born to be
