Chorus There were three characters Sensible, stupid, crazy They liked the same person A mysterious lady. She likes a bit of drama But then again she’d rather Have what she hasn’t Not what she’s got Enjoys the chance of having Something that is not She feels a need for freedom In her life trapped But spontaneously She wants to interact But unsure when to end Or where to begin But what has become Began on a whim Inside there’s a sinner Within a mother figure With cakes on her plate She doesn’t want to eat Just a little taste Of something that is sweet Would rather stay hungry Than the desert complete. She’s a mystery And it’s clear to see Mysterious lady Has a thing for me. Chorus There were three characters Sensible, stupid, crazy That liked the same person A mysterious lady. Sensible said to stupid: “So you fancy your chances...? With Miss Mysterious Would be just stupidity.” Stupid said to Sensible: “But you want her too Where’s your sensibility? She’s not the one for you.” They looked at Crazy And Crazy looked at them And after some hesitation Said: “No comment!” These are three characteristics Of a single man Sensible, stupid, crazy All of which I am. And the Mystery was found On a whim and a woe Through history I will always know This mysterious story Is a joke in disguise That makes me emotional With tears in my eyes But are they tears of laughter Sadness or joy She makes me feel everything Happy, sad, annoyed. Chorus There were three characters Sensible, stupid, crazy That liked the same person A mysterious lady.
