She draws her trees with red crayons
And pinches her nose to sing songs
She'll start to dance
When the rain meets her eyes
Oh what a strange child
She likes to walk with the moonlight
And Kick through the sand with her feet
She'll start a fight
With a knight in the street
Oh what a strange child
She tiptoes her way to the closet
Where odd becomes a familiar word
Where all the other kids are
Just as strange as her
She loves to wait for her mama
And whistle the lullaby's la sol mi
She falls asleep
To the sound of a star
Oh what a strange child
She tiptoes her way to the closet
Where odd becomes a familiar word
Where all the other kids are
Just as strange as her
Mm has it ever occurred to you
That maybe our world is an odd one
Maybe we're all just small
Fragments of her
You will never know
If you're the strange one or not
If she's the strange one or not