Trash Can Sinatras 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 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