My Girl by. Darrell Ames 3/23/02

My girl, she’s not crazy, so what, call me lazy, don’t come around,
 you can’t bring us down /chorus x3/ me and my girl, we are the same,
 maybe a little insane, but you won’t ever hear me complain,
 I love her like a physco loves a nail through the brain/
 black rimmed glasses, woodwind brasses, 
don’t tell me that she’s strange, look at me I’m deranged,
 she loves me anyways because…/chorus x3/ explain this to me,
 why can’t you see, me and my girl we aren’t crazy,
 so what all us lazy /chorus x2/ repeat verse.