You can paint me any colour
And I can be your clown
But you ain’t got my number
No you can’t pin me down
Yeah you can’t pin me down
Yeah you can’t pin me down
Now I got your back up
What do you not like
Do you think I’m stuck up
Cause I’m always picking fights
You might think I’m one thing but I am another
You can’t call my bluff
Time to back of motherfucker
Do you really want me to write a feminist anthem
I’m happy cooking dinner in the kitchen for my husband
Yeah, yeah…
You can paint me any colour
And I can be your clown
But you ain’t got my number
No you can’t pin me down
Yeah you can’t pin me down
Yeah you can’t pin me down
You ain’t got me sussed yet
You’re not even close
Baby it’s the one thing
That I hate the most
All these contradictions pouring out of me
Just another girl in the 21st century
I’m never gonna give you anything that you expect
You think I’m like the others
You need to get your eyes checked
You can paint me any colour
And I can be your clown
But you ain’t got my number
No you can’t pin me down
Yeah you can’t pin me down
Yeah you can’t pin me down
I could be your sister
I could be your mother
I could be your friend or
I could be your lover
Do you like my body
Do you like my mind
What is it that you are having trouble to define?
I am never gonna give you anything you expect
You think I’m like the others, boy you need to get your eyes checked
You can paint me any colour
I can be your russian doll
But you ain’t got my number
No, you can’t make me small
You can paint me any colour
And I can be your clown
But you ain’t got my number
No you can’t pin me down
Yeah you can’t pin me down
Yeah you can’t pin me down