She skips me like a rock,
Rolls me like thunder,
Knocks me down like a fifth of Tennessee
She’s the pitch that I can’t hit,
She’s the joke that I don’t get,
She’s crazy and that’s alright by me.

Chase it like a white line
Running out of road
Sometimes she wants the man that I can’t be
I m a fool out counting the stars
Another poet in the bars
I’m Crazy and that’s Alright with me

CHORUS
It’s alright, she steps all over me.
Give me some time and I will make her see
That we’re crazy and that’s alright with me

Summer on the coast
A money game of pool
Proof that sometimes 1 and 1 is 3
We’re a 4th of July parade
Though we don’t know we’ve got it made
We’re crazy and that’s alright with me.

CHORUS x2




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