Crazy
Young girls don't ask boys to go out.
They look pretty and make them shout.
As they walk by, walk by, pretending to be shy shy, catch their eyes.
Walking up and down my street.
Whistling to a jazzy beat.
The Boy I like is on his bike, spinning wheels trying to impress me.
Crazy, I think I want to see him tonight.
He's the one who makes me feel alright.
He's crazy, he's funny, the finest boy in town.
Crazy...
So me hanging out with friends you see me.
Scootch on over next to me kiss me on my cheek
And watch me smile smile smile
Got butterflies in my stomach going wild
Crazy, I think I want to see him tonight.
He's the one who makes me feel alright.
He's crazy, he's funny, the finest boy in town.
All that makes me crazy in my head head head
oh yeah
All that makes me crazy in my head head head
oh yeah
Young girls don't ask boys to go out.
They look pretty and make them shout.
As they walk by, walk by, pretending to be shy shy, catch their eyes.
Walking up and down my street.
Whistling to a jazzy beat.
The Boy I like is on his bike, spinning wheels trying to impress me.
Crazy, funny, finest boy in town
Crazy, funny, finest boy in town
Crazy, I think I want to see him tonight.
He's the one who makes me feel alright.
He's crazy, he's funny, the finest boy in town.
Crazy...
They look pretty and make them shout.
As they walk by, walk by, pretending to be shy shy, catch their eyes.
Walking up and down my street.
Whistling to a jazzy beat.
The Boy I like is on his bike, spinning wheels trying to impress me.
Crazy, I think I want to see him tonight.
He's the one who makes me feel alright.
He's crazy, he's funny, the finest boy in town.
Crazy...
So me hanging out with friends you see me.
Scootch on over next to me kiss me on my cheek
And watch me smile smile smile
Got butterflies in my stomach going wild
Crazy, I think I want to see him tonight.
He's the one who makes me feel alright.
He's crazy, he's funny, the finest boy in town.
All that makes me crazy in my head head head
oh yeah
All that makes me crazy in my head head head
oh yeah
Young girls don't ask boys to go out.
They look pretty and make them shout.
As they walk by, walk by, pretending to be shy shy, catch their eyes.
Walking up and down my street.
Whistling to a jazzy beat.
The Boy I like is on his bike, spinning wheels trying to impress me.
Crazy, funny, finest boy in town
Crazy, funny, finest boy in town
Crazy, I think I want to see him tonight.
He's the one who makes me feel alright.
He's crazy, he's funny, the finest boy in town.
Crazy...
Credits
Writer(s): Bhinda Aujla, Kuldeep Sahota
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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