Crazy

A man would have to be half-mad to want to love a girl like you
Be the kind of guy who sees a fire and goes running to fetch some fuel
Be immune to rejection, with a perverse affection for getting his heart cut in two
Yeah a man would have to be half-mad to want to love a girl like you

Babe, I know you know this
so I don’t need no doctor for this diagnosis

Because I’m crazy
when you get me seeing red
and my mind betrays me
when you get me feeling blue
Yeah I’m crazy
crazy ‘bout you
crazy ‘bout you

If I told my friends the truth they’d lock me in a rubber room
And call a psychiatrist, saying “please come quick, is there nothing you can do?“
‘cuz your love oughtta be in the DSM-5, and I hate to admit it but it keeps me alive
Yeah if I told my friends the truth they’d lock me in a rubber room

Babe, I know you know this
so I don’t need no doctor for this diagnosis

'cuz I’m crazy
when you get me seeing red
and my mind betrays me
when you get me feeling blue
Yeah I’m crazy
crazy ‘bout you
crazy ‘bout you

If they discovered a cure
in some little pill
that could find your spell and break it
I still wouldn’t take it

'cuz I’m crazy
when you get me seeing red
and my mind betrays me
when you get me feeling blue
Yeah I’m crazy
crazy ‘bout you
crazy ‘bout you