Funny

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 'whys' 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