I built a ship with my own hands to take us to the moon,
I took a pen in my own hand and wrote you a hundred tunes.
Now I'm crazy for you but not that crazy.

I pretended you were Jesus you were just dying to save me.
I stood beneath your window with my ukelele.
I made a yard a playground just in case we had a baby.
Now I'm crazy for you but not that crazy.

I treated you like radium. I treated you like God.
You were my glass menagerie, did you not find that odd.
I dwelt within and went without and broke my virgin flesh.
I performed acts of devotion as if you were Ganesh, but now
I'm crazy for you but not that crazy. I'm crazy for you but not that crazy.