A Little Bit Crazy

Bb
I, I'm not the easiest girl to love.
                          Gm
I get as scattered as the clouds in 
the sky,
      Eb
And I like to change my mind,
         Bb                 
And I'll ask you what you're 
                 F
thinking like a hundred thousand 
times.

(Verse)
Bb
You, you're not the prince that I 
imagined.
Not tall and dark, but you are 
Gm
handsome.
        Eb
And you help me with the dishes,
        Bb                       F
But you wake me up too early and eat
 popcorn in your
               Gm
breeches, yeah we, we make a good 
team

(Chorus)
Bb            F
You make me a little bit crazy
    Gm           Eb
And I make you a little crazy too
   Bb                 F        
So let's just call it even, this 
      Eb    F
time.

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(Interlude) Bb (four bars)

(Verse)
Bb
I was on my way home late one night
                            Gm
the moon was filling up the sky,
    Eb                         
And there on the horizon, was a 
 Bb
lonely little kite tied
     F
to a string.
    Gm               Eb          
And I, I just had to know, who's 
Bb
hands were at the end of
     F
that rope.
  Gm                           
I watched the little kite and I 
 Eb
drove,
    Bb                         
And ended up right here in your 
 F
arms, yeah

(Chorus)
Bb            F
You make me a little bit crazy
    Gm           Eb
And I make you a little crazy too
   Bb                 F        
So let's just call it even, this 
      Cm    Eb F
time.

(Bridge)
Cm                          Gm   
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, ooh 
   F
ooh oooh ooh.
Cm                          Gm   
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, ooh 
   F
ooh oooh ooh.
Cm                          Gm   
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, ooh 
   F        Bb     F
ooh oooh ooh ohhhhh oh

(Chorus)
Bb            F
You make me a little bit crazy
    Gm           Eb
And I make you a little crazy too

    Bb                             
I'd rather have an itch to scratch,
      F
 than be all numb and bored
    Gm                             
And you would rather pick a fight, 
     Eb
than live your life ignored
     Bb                         F
We'd rather be ridiculous, than suck
 up and meticulous.
   Gm                         Eb
So perfectly imperfect, aren't we.