She had problems with my love connections
So she bought me bullets and she made corrections
She had problems with their cruel derisions
So she bought a scalpel and she made incisions
Honey...
I'd say crazy, doll, but you've got something different
I'd say complicated but that's your kind of rhythm
I'd say lost and you'd say love
But you're crazy not to see that you're crazy just like me
She had problems with the gospel liars
So she bought some fuel and then she started fires
She had problems, feeling awful sleepless
So she bought a shovel and she buried secrets
Honey...
I'd say crazy, doll, but you've got something different
I'd say complicated but that's your kind of rhythm
I'd say lost and you'd say love
But you're crazy not to see
That you're crazy just like me...