I appear to be in minor As I walk into the diner Got a minor-thing on my mind today I come up somewhat hasty As I walk towards the pastry Shining like the queen of the buffet It seems I sire silence Were there first nothing but violence Just as the admired sire has returned And I can only hope It's only my wardrobe I know you're not the only one who things I've changed Don't you like me better without my braces? I can't stand the look of your boring faces I know you're not the only one who things I've changed Maybe that's why you're acting strange I lit my hair on fire Talk into my hair dryer Probably shouldn't dye my hair myself