In an effort to appear original
I wrote some words and put them in a song
But this is my pink hair, yeah I'm just like them
Put others down to feel like I belong

Cuz I’m just a catfish fishing
I've got an 8th grade mentality
You wrote in my yearbook and you told me not to change
So I still think you're trustworthy

But your just a catfish fishing
Fishing for validity
You’d sell your whole soul for a grain of sand
To hear someone say that you're pretty

And girl I think I've got just what you need
But I know that you'll never notice me