She's got everything she needs and it isn't you A cosmetic arsenal a bucket of glue Signs on her back that say Keep on the grass Powerful liquor in a hip flask Coins from the commonwealth Doubloons from the sea A knife in her boot heel A Bonsai tree Ice cream in her pocket Diamonds from her fence It all works like clockwork It all makes sense To a force of nature, force of nature, force of nature That's what she is With her clouded leopard on a leash in the shed A vicious black rodent she calls Fred She keeps her diary under the bed but there's nothin' in it 'cause it's all in her head Walkin' round London with foreign banknotes throwin' silver nunchucks at cab drivers throats Being invisible Being obscene Being the person you wish you'd been But inside her heart There's a kid locked away in a room