Mariella Kate Nash

I'm heavy handed
To say the least
My mother thinks I'll be an awful clutcher
Cause I spill things from stirring 'em too quickly
I'm far too loud
It's like, as soon as I've got an opinion it just has to come out
I laugh at stupid things
Just cause they tickle me

And
Sometimes I wish
Sometimes I wish I was like Mariella
She got some Pritt Stick
And she glued her lips together
So she never had to speak
Never had to speak
Never had to speak
People used to say she's as quiet as a mouse
She just doesn't make a peep

She marched to her wardrobe
And threw away the color
Because wearing black looks mysterious
But it didn't impress her mother
She wanted to dress her baby
In patterns and flowers
But Mariella just crossed her arms
And so she cried for hours