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D Em D
I know she doesn't play the field
Em D Em D
But she likes to know the strength of the team
Em D
She says she doesn't like my style
Em D
But I loved her in my own fashion
Em
Kept her under wraps
D
Planted lots of verbal traps
G Em
But she won't be gone for long
D
Nothing good ever comes of a bad mood
G Em
And when she comes home
She'll kick up some dust
G D
And ask me what's wrong
C D
She's a funny kind of girl
C D
Set sail in a ship in a bottle
C D
She's a funny kind of girl
C D
Do the Swiss fake it when the yodal
A G D
She's a funny kind of girl
D Em D
I know her face so well
Em
Although the color of her eyes
D
Escapes me for the moment
Em
So Ill send out the spies
D
To hassle her at home
Em
And all the words to the wise
D
And the wise to the words I say
G Em
Though her embrace
D
Is like being short-changed
Or under-charged
G Em
I'll never revisit the scene of the crime
G D
Where I've seen you crying with glee
C D
She's a funny kind of girl
C D
Give bad directions to a drunken sailor
C D
He ended up in the hills
C
And she ended up
D
In the wrong hands
A G D
She's a funny kind of girl
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F#m
I'll stick out my neck
G D
And I'll raise the heavy head of importance
F#m G D
And when the cap fits I'll wear it
Em D
But if I knew what made carpets fly
Em
I wouldn't be sitting here
D
Twiddling my thumbs in applause
Em
I'd threadbare my soul
D
And wheedle my way
Em G
Into other people's lives
D
And out of my own
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