Grace Kelly sing and play along

I could be brown, I could be blue,

I could be violet sky.

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.

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,

but all her looks were too sad.

So I tried a little Freddy.

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 ev'rything more.

Why don't you like me?

Why don't you like me?

Why don't you walk out the door?

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 the 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?

Say what you want, to satisfy yourself,

hey!

But you only want what ev'rybody else said 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 ev'rything more.

Why don't you like me?

Why don't you like me?

don't you Walk out out the the door!

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 ev'rything more.

Why don't you like me?

Why don't you like me?

Walk out the door.

(Oh.)