She’s more than a little bit crazy
She yells at the moon on certain nights
Screaming her displeasure with life
And all it has brought her so far
She’s more than a little bit different
Her clothes are from the twenties
He shoes and her hair, well
They are from some time next year
She is more than a little bit selfish
Her wants are all she can see
She cries and she moans about destiny
But cares little for the here and the now
She’s more than a little bit crazy
But she’s all he can see and can hear
She’s made him lose all his senses
It happens whenever she’s near
He’s more than a little bit crazy
He loves her like he loves life
And the more he tries to understand her
The more confused he will be