I built a ship with my own hands to take us to the moon, I took a pen in my own hand and wrote you a nundred tunes. Now I’m crazy for you but not that crazy.
I pretended you were Jesus you were just dying to save me. I stood beneath your window with my ukelele. I made a yard a playground just in case we had a baby. Now I’m crazy for you but not that crazy.
I treated you like radium. I treated you like God. You were my glass menagerie Did you not find that odd. I dwelt within and went without and broke my virgin flesh. I performed acts of devotion as if you were Ganesh, but now I’m crazy for you but not that crazy. I’m crazy for you but not that crazy.
