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  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

  So Ill send out the spies

  To hassle her at home

  And all the words to the wise

  And the wise 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

Solo

  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 in applause

  I'd threadbare my soul

  And wheedle my way

  Into other people's lives

  And out of my own

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