Quirky girl, ukulele
Pitch is flat and your tone is nasally
Christmas lights can strike the mood
From your cliché-ridden, doom-filled room, oh

You're so sad, the look you've chosen
Draws in laughs 'cause you're only posing
Can't you take on a realer look?
'Cause they're all just looks, but yours is obvious, oh

Quirky girl, front-faced camera
No one cares about your lazy stanzas
Say it's only just for fun
Then why'd you have to show it to everyone?

Quirky boy with a piano
Don't cast stones in a house of glass
I'm just trying to collect the insurance
On this house of glass, why did I buy a house made of glass?

I was trying to commit insurance fraud
So go ahead and cast as many stones as you want...