I know the thing
That the truth in hereyes
Makes me love her
Sticks could break her little fine bones
But words could never harm her
She is crazy, she is crazy
You can't hurt her
You can't break her
I see the skies through hereyes
And the sun shines through her smile
Sticks and stones could break her bones
But words could never harm her
She is crazy ...
The roses are crying
The roses are crying ...
I miss her more than words can express
Her lonely dances like the waterfalls
She is crazy
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