I built a ship with my own hands to take us to the moon,
I took a pen in my own hand and wrote you a hundred tunes.
Now I'm crazy for you but not that crazy.

I pretended you were Jesus you were just dying to save me.
I stood beneath your window with my ukulele.
I made a yard a playground just in case we had a baby.

Now I'm crazy for you but not that crazy.
I treated you like radium.
I treated you like God.

You were my glass menagerie
Did you not find that odd.
I dwelt within and went without and broke my virgin flesh.

I performed acts of devotion as if you were Ganesh,
But now I'm crazy for you but not that crazy.
I'm crazy for you but not that crazy.

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