(W. Robinson/W. Moore/M. Tarplin/R. Rogers)

You do me wrong and still I'm crazy about you
You stay away too 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 that flowers grow from rain
But how can love grow from pain?

Ain't it peculiar?
Peculiar as can be
Ain't that peculiar?
Peculiarity

Well, you tell me lies that should be obvious to me
But I'm so much in love with you, baby, that I don't want to see
That the things you do and say are designed to make me blue
It's a doggone shame my love for you makes all those lies seem true
Well if the truth makes love last longer
Why do lies make my love stronger?

Aint it peculiar?
Peculiar as can be
Baby, ain't that peculiar?
Peculiarity

I cry so much just like a child that lost his toy
Maybe, baby, to you these tears I cry are tears of joy
Well a child can cry so much until you do everything he says
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 it peculiar?
Peculiarity
Aint that peculiar?
Peculiar as can be

Well, I don't understand it, baby
It's so strange
But, I don't understand it, baby
It's so strange
Ain't it peculiar?

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