I wanna talk to you
The last time we talked, Mr. Smith
You reduced me to tears
I promise you, it won't happen again
Do I attract you?
Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?
Am I too dirty?
Am I too flirty?
Do I like what you like?
I could be wholesome
I could be loathsome
I guess I'm a little bit shy
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me without making me try?
I try to be like Grace Kelly (mmh)
But all her looks
were too sad (ahh)
So I tried a little Freddie (mmh)
I've gone identity mad
I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you walk out the door
(Getting angry doesn't solve anything)
How can I help it?
How can I help it?
How can I help what you
think?
Hello, my baby
Hello, my baby
Putting my life on my brink
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like yourself?
Should I bend over?
Should I look older just to be put on your shelf?
I try to be like Grace Kelly (mmh)
But all her looks were too sad (ahh)
So I tried a little Freddie (mmh)
I've gone identity mad
I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could
be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Walk out the door
Say what you want to satisfy yourself, hey
But you only want what everybody else says you should want
You want
I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't
you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Walk out the door
I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Walk out the door, ooh
Humphrey, we're leaving
Ka-ching Writer/s: Dan Warner, Jodi Marr, John Merchant, Mika Penniman
Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing
Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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The Lyrics for Grace Kelly by MIKA have been translated into 24 languages
I wanna talk to you The last time we talked, Mr. Smith, you reduced me to tears I promise you it won′t happen again
Do I attract you? Do I repulse you with my queasy smile? Am I too dirty, am I too flirty? Do I like what you like? I could be wholesome, I could be loathsome, I guess I'm a little bit shy Why don′t you like me, why don't you like me, without making me try? I tried to be like Grace Kelly, mmh But all her looks were too sad, aah So I tried a little Freddie, mmh I've gone identity mad! I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be violet sky I could be hurtful, I could be purple, I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean, gotta be everything more Why don′t you like me, why don′t you like me? Why don't you walk out the door? Getting angry doesn′t solve anything How can I help it, how can I help it? How can I help what you think? Hello my baby, hello my baby, putting my life on my brink Why don't you like me, why don′t you like me? Why don't you like yourself? Should I bend over, should I look older, just to be put on your shelf? I tried to be like Grace Kelly, mmh But all her looks were too sad, aah So I tried a little Freddie, mmh I′ve gone identity mad! I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be violet sky I could be hurtful, I could be purple, I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean, gotta be everything more Why don't you like me, why don't you like me? Walk out the door! Say what you want to satisfy yourself, hey But you only want what everybody else says you should want You want I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be violet sky I could be hurtful, I could be purple, I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean, gotta be everything more Why don′t you like me, why don′t you like me? Walk out the door! I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be violet sky I could be hurtful, I could be purple, I could be anything you like Gotta be green, gotta be mean, gotta be everything more Why don't you like me, why don′t you like me? Walk out the door! Uuh, ah Humphry, we're leaving Ca-ching!
Writer(s): Dan Warner, Little Richard, Jodi Marr, John Merchant