Dedicating the following to Wneighbor and her 'puter ...
Ain't That Peculiar?
By William Robinson
(a.k.a. "Smokey" Robinson)
Honey, you do me wrong but still I'm crazy 'bout you.
Stay away for 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 flowers grow from rain,
But how can love grow from pain?
Ain't that peculiar?
A peculiarity!
Ain't that peculiar, baby?
Peculiar as can be ...!
You tell me lies that should be obvious to me.
I've been so much in love with you, baby, 'til I don't want to see
That the things you do and say are designed to make me blue.
It's a dog-gone shame my love for you makes all your lies seem true.
If the truth makes love last longer,
Why do lies make my love stronger?
Ain't that peculiar, baby?
Peculiar as can be!
Ain't that peculiar, baby?
Peculiar as can be ...!
I cried so much, just like a child that's lost his toy.
Maybe, baby, you think these tears I cry are tears of joy?
A child can cry so much until you do everything they say.
But, 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 that peculiar?
A peculiarity!
Ain't it peculiar, baby?
Peculiar as can be ...!