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
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