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 ukulele I made my 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
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