I know the thing

That the truth in hereyes

Makes me love her

Sticks could break her little fine bones

But words could never harm her



She is crazy, she is crazy

You can't hurt her

You can't break her



I see the skies through hereyes

And the sun shines through her smile

Sticks and stones could break her bones

But words could never harm her



She is crazy ...



The roses are crying

The roses are crying ...



I miss her more than words can express

Her lonely dances like the waterfalls



She is crazy