Sometimes I wish I were like Mariella.

Mariella marched through her wardrobe and threw away the color
She just crossed her arms and walked up the stairs
And went to her bedroom and she sat in her bed
And she thought to herself
If I wanna play, I can play with me
If I wanna think, I’ll think in my head

Mariella, Mariella, a pretty pretty girl
Happy in her own little world.

And she said,
I’ll never-ever-ever-ever-ever-ever
Gonna unglue my lips from being together.