(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? Jobete Music Co. Inc. ASCAP