Lyrics
Olivia is always climbing trees
She thinks that she can fly
She might have been a bird in a former life
What a strange, strange child...
What a strange, strange child...
CHORUS:
Oh, Oh, Oh, Olivia
It's a wonderful thing,
It's a wonderful thing...
It's a wonderful thing..
Olivia.
She's camped out for the twelfth night in a row
She's waiting for the aliens to come
Something about a dream or something about a sign
What a strange, strange child...
What a strange, strange child...
She recites Shakespeare at lunchtime
She seems to know all the lines
She acts out all her favorite scenes out on the playground
What a strange, strange child...
What a strange, strange child...
Olivia sees the world differently
And I don't think that's a bad thing
I think she reminds me of myself
What a strange, strange child...
What a strange, strange child...
She might have been a bird in a former life...
She might have been the bard in a former life...