She's got tights on her legs She's got a floppy French hat Voodoo in her eyes An endangered species on her back She talks about the movies She likes to talk about art She can show you a good time But you'll never touch her heart CHORUS Mama why do I always fall for the crazy ones Mama why do they lay so heavy on my heart Well I'm drawn to the devil every time we kiss Mama why do the crazy ones leave me feeling like this She's got backstage access And she's a dancin' in the aisles She looks a little sad and crooked When you see her smile She's got the magic heart She says you cannot understand She's got a secret hurt She ain't gonna share with no man CHORUS She's got her mind on her business She never wants to be broke Well, I hate to see her suffer But she just does not get the joke I can't afford her style of living I can't afford to get so mad Every time I think about her It just makes me sad CHORUS