Do you remember that old T.V. show Arthur C. Clarke's 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