I know she doesn't play the field

But she likes to know the strength of the team

She says she doesn't like my style

But I loved her in my own fashion

Kept her under wraps

Planted lots of verbal traps

But she won't be gone for long

Nothing good ever comes of a bad mood

And when she comes home

She'll kick up some dust

And ask me what's wrong



She's a funny kind of girl

Set sail in a ship in a bottle

She's a funny kind of girl

Do the Swiss fake it when the yodal

She's a funny kind of girl



I know her face so well

Although the color of her eyes

Escapes me for the moment

Though her embrace

Is like being short-changed

Or under-charged

I'll never revisit the scene of the crime

Where I've seen you crying with glee



She's a funny kind of girl

Give bad directions to a drunken sailor

He ended up in the hills

And she ended up

In the wrong hands

She's a funny kind of girl



I'll stick out my neck

And I'll raise the heavy head of importance

And when the cap fits I'll wear it

But if I knew what made carpets fly

I wouldn't be sitting here

Twiddling my thumbs

I'd threadbare my soul

And wheedle my way

Into other people's lives

And out of my own