Treasure Island

S. Amina Sackinger


Crazy - a Filk Song


Yes. I. Am. Crazy crazy crazy and I’m winter
I wear the blacks and whites and reds and greens and blue.

They. Say. You're. Crazy crazy crazy and I love you
And now I’m wond’ring just exactly what to do.

They say the crazy ones are always, somehow, better.
They say I’m crazy. Well how about you?

I say the people who can say that they are crazy
Give me the crazies and I don’t know what to do!

They. Say. You’re. Crazy crazy crazy and you love me!
‘Cause I wear blacks and whites and reds and greens and blue.

Yes. I. Am. Crazy crazy crazy and I love you!
And now I know that you are crazy for me too!

Submitted: Tuesday, March 03, 2009
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