Why-y-y-y? Why-y-y-y?
Can someone tell me what is going on? Coz I don't understand,
there must be somewhere I belong.
Some days I want to run and hide.
Tell me are you on my side?
Why can't I just be myself?
Why-y-y-y?
Get me out of here
When I look back over my life so far, I realise I probably always have been embarrassed by my family.
Taylor! Hunny?!
Don't forget, 4 o'clock - training bra.
(in slo-mo) Training bra.
I know what you're thinking. My life is seriously bad, eh?
But it gets worse.
Take my mum, for example.
Mum?
Taylor? Darling!
What are you doing?
Glorifying the female form.
Can't you do it with clothes on?
Spit it out, now!
That big suck with the perfectly styled hair, is my sister Layla.
I'm leaving school anyway to follow my artistic path.
And.. that would be?
A nail artist.
Mum says she was born a rebel.
And when you're done with the vacuuming, I'll introduce you to Mr. Feather-duster.
Hi, mum!
I say she was born an idiot.
You're wondering how a perfectly normal girl, like myself,
can be related to weirdos like...
And finally, there's dad.
He's always coming up with new business schemes.
The King Di Crete, underpants for all!
What do you think, Squirt? Tremendous, eh?
Brittany, she's for me, She loves her school down by the sea.
That's Brittany.
She's practically perfect.
Perfect teeth.
Perfect nose.
Perfect eyes.
Do I have a booger?
Urgh, no.
Hector's been my best friend forever. I don't know what I'd do without him.
See you, Small Fry.
Knucklehead.
How do you know when the aliens are coming?
Large, round, flying objects.
We come in peace!
I don't deserve this!
I should be seeing the world.
Be happy, all of you. Please, be happy.
La la la la la la la!
Mwaaaaah!
Ewwww.
Some days I want to run and hide.
Tell me, are you on my side?
Why can't I just be myself?
Why-y-y-y?
Get me out of here
Take me where I can be free. Get me out of here
Anywhere I can be me
Have I ever told you where babies come from?