Sometimes I'm like Mariella, She got some prittstick and she glued her lips together; so she never had to speak Never had to speak Never had to speak. People used to say she's as quiet as a mouse, She just doesn't make a peep. She marched to her wardrobe and threw away the colour because wearing black looks mysterious, But it didn't impress her mother, she wanted to dress her baby In patterns and flowers But Mariella just crossed her arms and so she cried for hours. But Mariella just crossed her arms As she walked up the stairs And she went into her bedroom And she sat on her bed And she looked in the mirror And she thought to herself "If I wanna play, I can play with me If I wanna think, I'll think in my head" .