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
Shes not so usual
She's so unusual

She's mostly a ghost
the way she watches over me [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 

naw shes a natural

oh she's not so
usual 

shes most usual 

she's not so usual

shes so unusual

shes gonna use me up 

shes not so you
shes not so you
not so you
not so"