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 they yodel? She's a funny kind of girl I know her face so well Although the color of her eyes Escapes me for the moment So I'll send out the spies To hassle her at home And all the words to the wise And the why's to the words I say 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 And 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 Out of my own
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 they yodel? She's a funny kind of girl I know her face so well Although the color of her eyes Escapes me for the moment So I'll send out the spies To hassle her at home And all the words to the wise And the why's to the words I say 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 And 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 Out of my own
