My Kind Of Crazy

She says, "Look baby, I'm a rock star." Grabs my old guitar. Playin' it upside down, dancin' 'round in front of Our TV. Can't see the ball game, So I just wave my lighter around and say, "You rock on, baby, I'd rather watch you anyway. But when you're done, can I come backstage and Get you sign your name on that Zeppelin shirt Of mine you're wearin'? I'll never wash that thing again." Yeah, now she's my kind of crazy. Little games she plays, no, they never get old. She's too cute to get on my last nerve. 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. And bless her heart, she can't sit still. Hittin' my leg, 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? Yeah, now she's my kind of crazy. Little games she plays, no, they never get old. She's too cute to get on my last nerve. The way she throws her little fits. Holdin' out her lip. Biting my lip 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, "Wake up, sleepy head," And I open up my eyes. And it's all worth the while. Yeah, now she's my kind of crazy. Little games she plays, no, they never get old. She's too cute to get on my last nerve. The way she throws her little fits. Holdin' out her lip. Biting my lip when we kiss. There ain't a fight that she can win. That's my baby. And she's my kind of crazy.