Do you remember that old T.V. show    Arthur C. Clarke's Mysterious World?    Well if I.T.V. make a new series    They ought to come take a look at my girl       I don't understand her    She doesn't make any sense to me    I don't understand her    It's like she's speaking in Swahili.       Do you remember that girl in the early eighties    Allergic to everything    Everywhere that she went in her plastic tent    The doctors tried but they couldn't begin       To even understand her    And it's exactly the same for me    I don't understand her    She is as deep as the Baltic Sea.       Well it's no big deal, I'm not complaining    Sometimes things don't need explaining    She's my angel, that's the main thing    And that is never changing.    She's a mass of contradictions    A pick'n'mix of strange convictions    It can be a source of friction    But there are worse afflictions    Love doesn't make distinctions.       Now to make matters worse she claims the universe    Is expanding like a balloon    But baby if it's meant to be infinite    Then where is it expanding to?!       I don't understand you    You just don't make any sense to me    I don't understand you    You are completely logic free    I don't understand her, no no    She is uncharted territory    I don't understand her    But she's as lovely as she can be