Crazy

They call me crazy, because I talk to the birds

And to the friends I meet on the street

I don't talk to them about anything else What about you?



Crazy

Because the best of the stars loves me

Because they refuse to accept that the most beautiful

Have come down from so high for me



Crazy

Because I tell you that I you want with your soul

And in the afternoons every time your skirt falls

I am stripping you of everything else



Crazy

For those eyes that tell me they love me

When they wake up on top of my pillow

After those nights of madness that you give me, when I dream of you



Crazy

Because I tell them that you love me with your soul

And in the afternoons every time your skirt falls

I'm stripping you of everything else



Crazy

For those eyes that tell me they love me

When they wake up on top of my pillow

After those crazy nights that you give me, when I dream of you

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