Crazy About You

Some days are just plum crazy.
Sky of green. Grass of blue.
And I am either to excited or too lazy.
Either way, I have no idea what to do.
But there’s one thing I can tell you, baby
that I know to be true.
I’m crazy about you.
I’m crazy about you.

Some days I feel like such a failure
because all I’m thinking about is my success.
And then I’m up all night searching for some measure.
What makes one better than the rest?
Getting lost in such thoughts is sheer madness.
Each day you drop a line to pull me through.
I’m crazy about you.
I’m crazy about you.