words and music by Dan Smullyan
©1983 ROLLO

color socks that i wore on monday
kind of soup that i ate for lunch
the girl misses nothing
she sees too much
little things that i don't remember
what i said while thinking out loud
the girl's got my number
she's checking me out

Chorus:
that girl is playing detective
never taking her eyes off me
playing detective
forever solving a mystery

where i go on wednesdays and thursdays
what i do when i'm on the loose
the girl makes me nervous
she's snooping for clues

Chorus:
that girl is playing detective
like a cop on a high-speed chase
playing detective
forever trying to crack my case

Bridge: i suppose it's a form of flattery
she'd win my love if she could
but i don't bear that kind of scrutiny
up so close i don't look so good

skeletons that hang in my closet
secrets sealed in letters i've mailed
the girl keeps me honest, she's on my trail

Chorus:
that girl is playing detective
got the mind of a super-sleuth
playing detective
forever trying to find the truth