I want to talk to you The last time we talked, Mr. Smith, you reduced me to tears I promise you it won't happen again 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 got identity now I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky I could be red, I could be black But I could be anything you like Gotta be clean, gotta be mean Gotta be everything 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 it? What do 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 let over? Should I let go? Or just to be put on your shelf? I tried to be like Grace Kelly But all her looks were too sad So I tried a little Freddy I've got identity now I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky I could be red, I could be black But I could be anything you like Gotta be clean, gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Why don't you like me? Why don't you walk out the door? Say what you want to satisfy yourself But you only want what everybody else says you should want You know I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky I could be red, I could be black But I could be anything you like Gotta be clean, gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Why don't you like me? But walk out the door I could be brown, I could be blue I could be violet sky I could be red, I could be black But I could be anything you like Gotta be clean, gotta be mean Gotta be everything more Why don't you like me? Why don't you like me? But walk out the door