She's not sick and not crazy, just crazy,
When she barks with young dogs.
The way she looks, the way she talks, and the way she walks -
She's a gem in this world .
From somewhere, somewhere - only the moon knows what she wants.
All my words make no sense,
So I'd rather stay quiet and finish my day's work.
/>Two clumsy hands are happy to do it.
Even if it takes years, I'm sure,
You'll learn it.
I promised it, I swore it,
/>To keep her secret.
With the next new moon she would be lost.
I would reveal it.
She is not sick...