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
Planted lots of verbal traps
But she won't be gone for long
Nothing good ever comes of a bad mood
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
Although the color of her eyes
Escapes me for the moment
So I'll send out the spies
And all the words to the wise
And the why's to the words I say
Is like being short-changed
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
She's a funny kind of girl More from Trash Can Sinatras