Released: April 29, 2005

Songwriter: Smokey Robinson Warren “Pete” Moore Robert “Bobby” Rogers Marv Tarplin

Producer: Harry Weinger

[Verse 1]
Honey, you do me wrong but still i'm crazy about you
Stay away too long and i can't do without you
Every chance you get you seem to hurt me more and more
But each hurt makes my love stronger than before
I know flowers grow from rain
But how can love grow through pain?

[Chorus]
Ain't that peculiar
A peculiar-ality
Ain't that peculiar, baby
Peculiar as can be

[Verse 2]
Oh, you tell me lies that should be obvious to me
Ah, but I'm so much in love with you, baby, 'til i don't wanna see
That things you do and say are designed to make me blue
It's a doggone shame my love for you makes all your lies seem true
If the truth makes love last longer
Why do lies make my love stronger?

[Chorus]
Ain't that peculiar, baby
Peculiar as can be
Ain't that peculiar
A peculiar-ality

[Bridge]
Ah yeah
One more time I want you to say
Say "Ah ah ah"
Say "Hey hey"
"Ah ah ah"
"Hey hey"
"Ah ah ah, ah ah ah"
Now now now

[Verse 3]
I cried so much just like a child that's lost a toy
Oh, maybe baby you think these tears I cry are tears of joy
But a child can cry so much until you do everything they say
But unlike a child my tears don't help me to get my way
I know love can last through years
But how can love last through tears?

[Chorus]
Ain't that peculiar, baby
Peculiar as can be
Ain't it funny
A peculiar-ality

[Outro]
I don't under-stand it
No no no, no, honey
Listen
Sometimes, I get a feeling
All in my bones, a good ol' feeling running through me
And it's alright, a good ol' feeling now now
It's alright
It's in my feet, oh, it's in my arms
It's all over me, and it's wonderful
Makes me wanna start to shout
Sometimes I feel like, honey, I wanna shout
I think I'll shout, oh, I got to shout
Na na na...
Baby, well, it's alright
Said it's alright, honey, it's alright
Woo, ain't it funny? Ain't it peculiar?
Oh baby, ain't it peculiar?

Marvin Gaye

Marvin Gaye was one of the most consistent and enigmatic of the Motown hitmakers, with a career that exemplified the maturation of black pop into a sophisticated form spanning social and sexual politics.

Blessed with a mellifluous tenor and a three-octave vocal range, Gaye was among the most gifted composers and singers of his era. His life ended tragically one day before his 45th birthday, when he was shot to death by his father, an Apostolic preacher, after a violent argument.