She says, „Look, baby, I'm a rock star” Grabs my old guitar Playing it upside down Dancing 'round in front of our TV
I can't see the ballgame So I just wave my lighter around and say „Yeah, rock on, baby I'd rather watch you anyway”
„But when you're done can I come backstage And get you to sign your name On that Zeppelin shirt of mine you're wearing? I'll never wash that thing again”
Yeah, and she's my kind of crazy The little games she plays Lord, they never get old She's too cute to get on my last nerve
The way she throws her little fits Poking out her lip, biting mine when we kiss There ain't a fight that she can't win That's my baby and she's my kind of crazy
You ought to see her in my pickup Oh, she's gotta have that radio up Bless her heart, she can't sit still Head in my lap, bare feet on the windshield
Says, "Come on, baby, let me drive" Now honey, it's a stick shift Remember what you did last time, oh
Yeah, and she's my kind of crazy The little games she plays Lord, they never get old She's too cute to get on my last nerve
The way she throws her little fits Poking out her lip, biting mine when we kiss There ain't a fight that she can't win That's my baby and she's my kind of crazy
She never lets me rest, she keeps me up all night Known to roll me off the bed, steal the covers off my side But I hear her wake up, sleepy head And I open up my eyes and it's all worth the while
Yeah, and she's my kind of crazy The little games she plays Lord, they never get old She's too cute to get on my last nerve
The way she throws her little fits Poking out her lip, biting mine when we kiss There ain't a fight that she can't win That's my baby and she's my kind of crazyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
