(W. Robinson/W. Moore/M. Tarplin/R. Rogers)



You do me wrong and still I'm crazy about you

You stay away too long and I can't do without you

Every chance you get you seem to hurt me more and more

But each hurt just makes my love stronger than before

I know that flowers grow from rain

But how can love grow from pain?



Ain't it peculiar?

Peculiar as can be

Ain't that peculiar?

Peculiarity



Well, you tell me lies that should be obvious to me 

But I'm so much in love with you, baby, that I don't want to see

That the things you do and say are designed to make me blue

It's a doggone shame my love for you makes all those lies seem true

Well if the truth makes love last longer 

Why do lies make my love stronger?



Aint it peculiar?

Peculiar as can be

Baby, ain't that peculiar?

Peculiarity



I cry so much just like a child that lost his toy

Maybe, baby, to you these tears I cry are tears of joy

Well a child can cry so much until you do everything he says

Unlike a child my tears don't help me to get my way

I know love can last for years 

But how can love last through tears?



Ain't it peculiar?

Peculiarity

Aint that peculiar?

Peculiar as can be



Well, I don't understand it, baby

It's so strange

But, I don't understand it, baby

It's so strange

Ain't it peculiar?



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