She's A Rebel

She's a rebel,
She's a symbol.
She's a saint,
She's the one they call whatshername,
She's holding my hart like a hand grenade.

Is she trouble,
Like im trouble,
Yes she's trouble,
Make it double trouble.

She's an extraordinary girl,
In an ordinary world.
Some days she feels like dying,
She gets so sick of crying.

She's a rebel,
She's a symbol.
She's a saint,
She's the one they call whatshername,
She's holding my hart like a hand grenade.