Texty: The Suicide Machines. Extraordinary.

Sunny day in the park and we sit out on the grass
I knew if I stole you'd chase me to get'em back
Because I know that...

There's an extraordinary thing about you
That I can't put my finger on or figure out it's funny

You chased me around a tree and into a big patch of shrubs
I came out with some sticks in my hair and somebody's old pair of gloves
But I still say that...

There's an extraordinary thing about you
That I can't put my finger on or figure out it's funny

Although I never thought about it I must really like teasing you
And if you're wondering why I look at you the way that I do because


That day will be eched in my mind as the day that I made you mine
That day will live in my head as the biggest mistake of my life
Only kidding cause...

There's an extraordinary thing about you
That I can't put my finger on or figure out it's funny

There's an extraordinary thing about you
That I can't put my finger on or figure out it's funny