Peculiarly You - Cousteau

The way you arch your back

And comb your hair

The way you only come

When no-one else is there

The way you look like you might know a secret

There’s not a lot I can do

It’s peculiarly you

Like the patron saint

Of some great cause

Clothes heaped in battles

Around the bedroom floor

And I ain’t come to find and I ain’t tryin' to save you

There’s not a lot I can do

It’s peculiarly you

How well I know

How well I know

Oh, leaving well enough alone…

Leaving well enough alone…

The way you’re sacrificing

Light for heat

Worlds collide

When others rarely meet

The way you look like you might tell a secret

There’s not a lot I can do

It’s peculiarly you