You are odd, and you’re oddities sprout from your eyes and your mouth
Like you wouldn’t believe
You are mysterious, and the mysteries keep coming as you talk to me
And there’s more up your sleeve.

You come off as things that you aren’t, and you’re exterior’s much different
Than the insides you bare.
You gather up your characteristics in a bag, and even I cannot untie it
Because you don’t like to share.