A Little Bit Crazy

	  		Intro: Bb (4 bars) 

(Verse) 
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                                  F 
And I'll ask you what you're thinking like a hundred thousand times. 

(Verse) 
Bb 
You, you're not the prince that I imagined. 
                               Gm 
Not tall and dark, but you are 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 

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


(Interlude) Bb (four bars) 

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

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

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

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

    Bb                                   F 
I'd rather have an itch to scratch, than be all numb and bored 
    Gm                                  Eb 
And you would rather pick a fight, 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.