She's got big brown eyes and tangled hair. Voguing in her underwear. And nothing is better than doing nothing together now. She's got a toothbrush as a microphone. Belting out the rolling stones. I'm the last one to stop her. Can't believe that I got her. We get so close kissing like eskimos. It's a little bit much. I know I do. Isn't she cra-crazy beautiful. Isn't she stra-strange and wonderful. And I think I love her more than I even understand. She's got a classic style that's all her own. Smile you can hear through the telephone. She says she's a rebel but she's way too sentimental. She's precious even when she's mad. Gets angry and I start to laugh. And I know that it's nothing. She's just pushing my buttons. We get so close kissing like eskimos. It's a little bit much. I know I do. Isn't she cra-crazy beautiful. Isn't she stra-strange and wonderful. And I think I love her more than I even understand (ooh ooh ooh ooh). She's a little bit wild a little bit mad a little bit uh oh beautiful. Wild a little bit bad a little bit uh oh. And I never could know her too well. Oh still I never want anyone else. Isn't she cra-crazy beautiful. Isn't she stra-strange and wonderful. And I think I love her more than I even understand. She's a little bit wild a little bit mad a little bit uh oh beautiful. Wild a little bit bad a little bit uh oh. And I think I love her more than I even understand