Five Colours In Her Hair
Written by James Bourne/Tom Fletcher/Danny Jones/Ben Sargeant

She's got a lip ring and five colours in her hair
Not into fashion but I love the clothes she wears
Her tattoos always hidden by her underwear
But she don't care

Everybody wants to know her na-a-a-ame
I threw a house party and she ca-a-a-ame
Everyone asks me, who the hell is she?
That weirdo with five colours in her hair

She's just a loner with a sexy attitude
I'd like to phone her cos she puts me in the mood
The rumour's spreading round that she cooks in the nude
But she don't care, she don't care

Everybody wants to know her na-a-a-ame
How does she cope with her new found fa-a-a-ame?
Everyone asks me, who the hell is she?
That weirdo with five colours in her hair

She was all I thought about, the girl I couldn't live without
But then she went insane
She couldn't take the fame, she said i was to blame
She'd had enough, and shaved five colours off, and now
She's just a weirdo with no name

Everybody wants to know her na-a-a-ame
How does she cope with her new found fa-a-a-ame?
Everyone asks me, who the hell is she?
That weirdo with five colours in her hair