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Unique Monique

words/music by J. Hart, © 1986, 1991, 2005

Saw her in the corner.  She was kind of cute
She was busy pouring sugar in her Won Ton soup
She looked like she hadn't slept a wink in weeks
I knew when I saw her we had to meet

She was a student at the college, majoring in art
She started off in physics but she wasn't that smart
Second-hand wardrobe, self-proclaimed slob
And the last thing she wanted was a normal job

Unique Monique
She's always on her feet
You know, she's kind of pretty
But she thinks too deep
Doesn't like to eat
Don't think she ever sleeps
But I love her
Unique Monique

Asked her out for a Saturday night
She looked kind of nervous But she said "alright"
A bit too early when I picked her up
She climbed in the car and said "Good luck"

Nothing seemed to spin her wheels
She didn't watch movies and she didn't eat meals
I finally asked where she wanted to go
She pointed at the sky and said "Pluto"

Unique Monique
She's always on her feet
You know, she's kind of pretty
But she thinks too deep
Doesn't like to eat
Don't think she ever sleeps
But I love her
Unique Monique

I asked if she'd like to see my home
She said okay if she could use my phone
What a gas.  We were up all night
Making crank calls 'til the morning light

Unique Monique
She's always on her feet
You know, she's kind of pretty
But she thinks too deep
Doesn't like to eat
Don't think she ever sleeps
But I love her
Unique Monique