(Benson/Falkner)



Twitchy lady, so lovely with your short hair

Where do you come from? Where are you going?

My friends think you're ugly, mmmm

They don't see what I see

I love my crosseyed baby

Your secret's safe with me



(chorus)



I can't wait to get you out of here

Take you home with me, away from here

I'll never tell about what I found out

About a crosseyed girl

Who can surely make you shout