Crazy is relative to the beholder—what you find Crazy I find—normal
Am I crazy for loving you the way I do—If so then put me in an institution—
Cause I would rather be crazy in love—than sane and not.
Baby—It takes millions of people to make this world—but only you to make—Mine—This heart of mine has grown so fond of you—am I Crazy in love? If so then lock me up—take my shoe laces—and prescribe me a lifetime of meds—
Cause all the Medicine I need is your touch—your voice—your love!
You are my normal—and I am your crazy—or maybe we are both a little off—
Who cares! If I had to spend one day Sane and not be with you—then baby—
Give me all of your crazy—pour it all over me—I can take it in small doses—
Or all at once—I am not scared! Scars heal and pain stops but living life without
You—being you—the good and the bad—that is the crazy part—I would never
Expect you to be something you are not—so give me your crazy—give me your