Arthur C. Clarke's Mysterious World

Do you remember that old TV show?

'Arthur C. Clarke's Mysterious World'

Well, if ITV make a new series

They ought to come take a look at my girl

I don't understand her

She doesn't make any sense to me

I don't understand her

It's like she's speaking in Swahili

Do you remember that girl in the early eighties

Allergic to everything?

Everywhere that she went in her plastic tent

The doctors tried but they couldn't begin

To even understand her

And it's exactly the same for me

I don't understand her

She is as deep as the Baltic Sea

Well, it's no big deal, I'm not complaining

Sometimes things don't need explaining

She's my angel, that's the main thing

And that is never changing

She's a mass of contradictions

A pick and mix of strange convictions

It can be a source of friction

But there are worse afflictions

Love doesn't make distinctions

Now to make matters worse she claims

The universe is expanding like a balloon

But, baby, if it's meant to be infinite

Then where is it expanding to?

I don't understand you

You just don't make any sense to me

I don't understand you

You are completely logic free

I don't understand her, no, no

She is uncharted territory

I don't understand her

But she's as lovely as she can be

'Arthur C. Clarke's Mysterious World'

'Arthur C. Clarke's Mysterious World'

'Arthur C. Clarke's Mysterious World'

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