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  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  But 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