| Billie I wonder why are we insane
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| Will we ever get better
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| Will we stay the same
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| Billie I’m worried
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| Millie don’t worry
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| No one knows our pain
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| Being in love is crazy not alone that way
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| I know you’re worried today
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| God made love crazy so we wouldn’t feel alone
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| He was thinking of us he was thinking of us
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| God made love crazy so we wouldn’t feel so alone
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| Billie my mind seems to wander
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| To events of a night long ago
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| Driving alone with our guilt well concealed
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| In the trunk of your '68 Olds
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| Millie our world’s an asylum
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| And our minds like you say ain’t that straight
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| But you know and I know our passion’s
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| Not deformed it’s true I’d say
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| We’ll love our lifetime
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| God made love crazy so we wouldn’t feel alone
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| He was thinking of us he was thinking of us
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| God made love crazy so we wouldn’t feel so alone
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| Billie I dream of our children
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| They’re frightening and gruesome and sad
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| And I don’t want them growing inside me
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| They’re no price for the love that we have
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| Oh Millie oh Billie criminally insane
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| Oh Millie oh Billie
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| Oh Billie it’s fresh in my memory
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| The night that it had to be done
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| You with your pick axe and scissors
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| And you with your shovel and gun
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| And I liked your late husband Donald
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| But such torture his memory brings
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| All sliced up and sealed tight in baggies
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| Guess love makes you do funny things
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| Oh Millie oh Billie criminally insane
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| Oh Millie oh Billie |