Some things talk to me in English.
Some in French.
Others in Spanish.
A few in German.
Such is life.
I know it isn’t Friday, but in lockdown, the days blur. Besides, I’m bored of doom.
So the general drift of the song is that there are people who are bright, or dumb, fat or thin, etc. But there is no one who is like you.
Explain why I like it? No way. It just is.