| She said, «Honey, do you think I’m smart?»
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| I said, «Of course you are, ain’t you lying here in my arms?»
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| She smiled, «Well does this shirt make me look fat?»
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| I kinda leaned back and laughed
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| And I said, «Honey, what kind of question is that?»
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| You’re crazy
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| There ain’t a girl in this whole wide world
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| That could ever make me feel the way I do about you, baby
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| Yeah, you’re crazy
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| But you can be as crazy as you wanna be
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| As long as you’re crazy over me
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| You can fuss about your hair
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| Say you ain’t got no clothes to wear
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| But when you finally make up your mind
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| You go and change one more time
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| We can go out on Friday nights
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| A pretty girl could walk on by
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| If you really think I’d check her out
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| Come on, now
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| You’re crazy
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| There ain’t a girl in this whole wide world
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| That could ever make me feel the way I do about you, baby
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| Yeah, you’re crazy
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| But you can be as crazy as you wanna be
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| As long as you’re crazy over me
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| And all my stubborn ways
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| Putting up with the messes I make
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| I even ruined our first day
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| Well, girl, for goodness sakes
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| You gotta be crazy to ever let a boy like me call you «baby»
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| I thank God every day that you’re my lady
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| Now that’s a little crazy
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| So go on and be as crazy as you wanna be
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| As long as you’re crazy over me
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| Crazy over me |