defying the laws of physics
In Brussels shops and on the streets The people point and stare Oh Elsie, what are we to do About your crazy hair? It sticks straight up, no brush or breeze Persuade it to lie flat And you just smile out at the world Despite being laughed at It doesn't bother me at all I think it's cute as hell Your eyes and smile so beautiful A punk with no hair gel I just hope all that sniggering Does not upset your mood You're not defined by how you look That pointing is just rude Hold up your head, ignore them all Keep your happy face Be proud of it, that fuzzy crown That takes up so much space And if it starts a complex, chick We'll all be here for you With kisses, love and, if you want Some shrink therapy too