Do you remember that old T.V. show

Arthur C. Clarkeís Mysterious World?

Well if I.T.V. make a new series

They ought to come take a look at my girl


I don't understand her

She doesn't make any sense to me

I don't understand her

It's like she's speaking in Swahili.


Do you remember that girl in the early eighties

Allergic to everything

Everywhere that she went in her plastic tent

The doctors tried but they couldn't begin


To even understand her

And it's exactly the same for me

I don't understand her

She is as deep as the Baltic Sea.


Well it's no big deal, I'm not complaining

Sometimes things don't need explaining

She's my angel, that's the main thing

And that is never changing.

She's a mass of contradictions

A pick'n'mix of strange convictions

It can be a source of friction

But there are worse afflictions

Love doesn't make distinctions.


Now to make matters worse she claims the universe

Is expanding like a balloon

But baby if it's meant to be infinite

Then where is it expanding to?!


I don't understand you

You just don't make any sense to me

I don't understand you

You are completely logic free

I don't understand her, no no

She is uncharted territory

I don't understand her

But she's as lovely as she can be