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Strange |
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Fine lady |
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I like the way she walks |
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I like the way she talks |
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She turns me on with a special concern |
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Now I'm a different guy |
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And I don't compare to many |
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But next to her I'm plain ordinary |
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Not many can see the light blue aura |
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That surrounds the girl wherever in the world |
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She's a 9, a 10, a 25th |
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She's bittersweet and a [Incomprehensible] |
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She's strange and I like it |
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She's strange just the way she is |
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Strange walking down the avenue |
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She's strange always doing something new |
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She's the kind of person everybody knows |
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She reeks distinction from head to toe |
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She's my twilight zone, my Al Capone |
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She's my Rolling Stones and my Eva Peron |
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And I like it, yes I like it |
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I like it, the way she wears her hair |
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And I like it, I like it |
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In room 123, she elusive you see |
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Like the invisible man in drag |
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And when you come to meet her |
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You'll never greet her |
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She'll be waving her skirt as a flag |
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Like the cold in October she'll take you right over |
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It's not mean to be facetious |
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And that look in her eye says your the guy |
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She plans to spend this evening with |
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She's strange and I like it |
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She's strange just the way she is |
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Strange walking down the avenue |
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She's strange always doing something new |
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No, no no, no no |
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Knock me off my feet |
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Strange |
