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