What's with your Bleach-White hair?
Why do you Wear those Clothes?
Why do you Tell those Stories?
And why are you so Damn Weird?
What's so great about Japan?
And when are you ever going to need to know,
How to Slaughter a Zombie or Throw a Knife,
or to Fight with those Delicate Hands?
Why do you Tease me so Roughly?
Why do you think I'm so Strange?
Why do I want you to Love me,
And consider me anything but Plain?
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