I would walk a city mile
Just to see that silly smile,
She's a little strange.
I would walk that county road,
Even though I'm always told
She's a little strange.
She's just a little strange;
She's just a little strange.
Just a little strange.
That's all, just a little
strange.
If you ask her, she'll tell
you she's fine.
If you ask me, I will put
it on the line.
If she asked me, I might be
so truthless.
If she asked me, I might be
ruthless.
I'm a little strange.
I'm just a little strange.
I'm a little strange;
I'm just a little strange.
When it comes to being certain,
You can tell she's not so
sure:
She's just a little strange.
When it comes down to my smile,
I swear I know just who I'm
smiling for.
Well just a little strange,
Just a little strange.
Yeah just a little strange,
brother,
She at least is just a little
strange.
When I come down to the corner,
She's been known to walk right
by;
She's a little strange.
When she walks down to the
highway,
She somehow seems invisible.
Just a little strange,
Well just a little strange.
Just a little strange.
Just a little strange.
I would walk a city mile,
Just to see that silly smile:
She's just so lovely strange.
When it comes to being certain,
You can tell she's not so
sure.
She's a little strange.
Just a little strange.
Well just a little strange,
you and me.
Just a little strange; just
a little strange.
Just a little strange; just
a little strange.
Just a little strange...
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