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