I met my old lover on the street last night
He seemed so glad to see me I just smiled
And we talked about some old times, and we drank ourselves some beers
Still crazy after all these years
Still crazy after all these years
I'm not the kind of girl who tends to socialise
I seem to lean on old familiar ways
And I ain't no fool for love songs that whisper in my ears
Still crazy after all these years
Still crazy after all these years
Crazy
I'm going to crazy
I'm going to crazy
Four in the morning
Crashed out, yawning
Longing my life away
I'll never worry
Why should I?
It's all going to fade
Now I sit by my window and I watch the cars
I fear I'll do some damage one fine day
But I would not be convicted by a jury of my peers
Still crazy after all these years
Still crazy, still crazy, still crazy after all these years
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