I’m pretty strange, you can watch me rearrange your brain, I promise I’m not deranged, but I’ll make it rain. The nights dark and we’re kickin’ it in the park like a shark. I think you’re pretty groovy, and I like that you’re curvy. When I look into your eyes I see fire like lookin’ at a funeral pyre. Wild, I’m not tame, but don’t think I’m lame. I reached bliss from your kiss, you’re my favorite ally, you make me wanna fly. The wind blew me in the right direction, and I can feel your deep affection. I told you I’m deranged, not just a little bit strange.