She’s doing that crazy dance and it’s cool.
I’m feeling dizzy, not sure if she’s real.
But she is and she’s crazy and yes so am I.
I mean, a little bit crazy. Not real crazy.
Just a look in her eyes, wind in my throat.
I didn’t learn how to hang the tea towels.
I’m happy for her to teach me these things.
I’ll teach her just how to be really crazy.
We’ll get crazy, even if it’s just a little.
She calls me monkey-tail and other things.
These words will become my new dictionary.
That’s also a little bit crazy but so are we.
I can’t speak anymore, but I can still hum.