Mad Mad Me (Muldaur Maria)

Carrying on a conversation Looking in your eyes The words they seem to pass us by You know as well as I How many kinds of tribulation Must a friend endure The years, they leave a man unsure Of where to beg when he is poor Whoa baby, how I love you Mad as I think you are Guess you think I'm crazy too But mad, mad me, I love you Carrying on in a world of silence Your eyes aflame to me They jump and burn and make me see How much to you I want to be How much to you I want to be Whoa baby, how I love you Mad as I think you are Guess you think I'm crazy too But mad, mad me, I love you Whoa baby, how I love you Mad as I think you are Guess you think I'm crazy too But mad, mad me, I love you But mad, mad me I love you