Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Why won't you ever go all the way?
Why do you never sing in church on Sundays?
Then blow the word bitch through your smoke ring
Who knows, who knows, who knows, who knows
You kick like a mule, short of an Oscar
Lonely, lost in a white Russian galaxy
Who knows what goes on, who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows, who knows
You're light years away from reality
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on, who knows what goes on
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Hanging from the rafters like a church bell
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Just get in the spaceship and stop bleeding
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
You cause only trouble, you bring only suffering
You talk like a fish in nonsensical bubbles
Who knows, who knows
You're floating towards heavenly hell
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
And screaming blue murder at newly weds
Who knows what goes on, who knows what goes on
