Crazy
They call me crazy, because I talk to birds
And to the friends I meet on the street
I don't talk to them about anything other than you
Because he loves me the best of the stars
Because they refuse to accept that the most beautiful one
Has come down from so high for more
Because I tell them that you love me with your soul
And in the afternoons every time your skirt falls
I go stripping you of everything else
For those eyes that tell me they love me
When they dawn over me of my pillow
After those crazy nights that you give me, when I dream of you
Because I tell them that you love me with your soul
And in the afternoons every time your skirt falls
I am stripping you of everything else
For those eyes that tell me they love me
When they wake up on top of my pillow
After those crazy nights What do you give me, when I dream of you

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