She was getting sick n' tired
Of being sick n' tired
She'd drink three cups of coffee
And get really wired
She'd twitch n' move and shake her head
She'd lie on the floor pretend she was dead
She was normal but at the same time

Strange
Strangely normal
Strange
Strangely normal
There ain't nobody else she was born to be

She's drown herself in a
Pool of liquid make up
She wished she had a boyfriend
So she could break up
She'd take herself out to those ugly places
Make herself feel sick all those beautiful faces
She was normal but at the same time

Make yourself no apologies
Keep your eyes on Jesus and let Him be
The author of our lives and
Looking back on day we'll say
By following Jesus we
become who we're suposed to be
And that's all we want
You are the hands we are the clay
Mold us and make us something strange

You are the hands we are the clay
Mold us and make us something special
Strangely normal
There ain't nobody else we were born to be