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, no, no, no, no
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
And do the Swiss fake it when the yodal
She's a funny kind of girl, la la la la la la

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, la la la la la la

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
And I'd threadbare my soul and wheedle my way
Into other people's lives
And out of my own

Oh, and out of my own
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah