This is the most unusual story
Of a most unusual girl
She's the paint in my picture
Of a most unusual world
She can crawl out a frame
While she's hanging on the wall
And she's calling my name
She's not so usual
She's most unusual
She's not so usual
She's so unusual
She's mostly a ghost
The way she watches over me
She complains when I smoke
But then you do the same to me
She's controlling my brain activity
Knowing when I go to sleep
She'll catch me when I'm falling hard
She's so unusual
She's not usual
She's not usual
She's so unusual
She's not so hooked on the drugs
Like I thought she was
And never suckin' on the lime
And hardly sippin' on the wine
And despite of her bi-polar roller coastering
I think I can trust, she'll keep me singing differently
And that's fine
'Cause she's with me now most all of the time
Trying and savin' the light
Thinking not of her own
And always kissing me goodnight
When I just need to be alone
She's so sweet
So discrete
She's exactly what I need
Not even make believe
She's not so usual
She's so unusual
She's not so usual
So unusual
Oh, not so usual
And not too practual either
What's that, she's not so mystical
But not too magical neither
I said she's not so out of control
And not so used to the full
She's not so usual
Now she's a natural
Oh, she's not so usual
She's most usual
She's not so usual
She's so unusual
She's gonna use me up
She's not so you
She's not so you
Not so you, not so