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

CHORUS
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 cos 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

CHORUS

But inside her heart There's a kid locked away in a room
Who throws a grenade at your feet that explodes with such force
That it bursts your balloon like a force of nature
But inside her heart there's this kid locked away in a room
Who peeks through the door every now and again
And says hey I'm coming out soon

Her raincoat jingles Your mercury soars
Every last move defies gravity's laws
Her computer's connected directly to the stars
Keeps her emotions in mason jars
Stored in the attic in the roof near the sky
Up in the rafters where the bats fly
Being impossible Being on a roll
Being like something you can't control