That may be all I need In darkness, she is all I see Come and rest your bones with me Driving slow on Sunday morning But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do That someday it would lead me back to you And I never want to leave Sunday

I love my baby like a bull dog loves his bone Last night she got crazy, called me up on the phone Said, "Come on over, daddy 'Cause I hates drinkin' alone" Said, "I had me a little and I had to have a little more Try to get up, could not get out the door

She said, "Let's get going And to my surprise It was all a big lie Lots of crazy fights Get in the car and drive (And to my surprise) We got time, we got time" I can see that look inside her eyes, hey

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your business" I'm kind of into it It's getting crazy, I think I'm losing it, I think I'm losing it I think she said "I'm having your baby, it's none of your business" "I'm having your baby, it's none of your business"

I want to talk to the fellas for a minute I want y'all to know The flyest kinda ho To get wit' In '94, or period She's CrazySexyCool I'ma let y'all know what that be Ha, she's kinda like me

When her song's on the radio A little crazy with a blue jean tear My baby's hands in the air don't have a care Gets a RayBan's stare just about everywhere we go. Jesus and gypsy soul Yeah, that's how she rocks, that's how she rolls. 'Cause she likes to

If crazy is a place, then I hope they've got space for two She might be my cocaine She might be my rehab And I know it's messed up but I can't get enough of you It don't matter what we say It don't matter all the things we do And I ain't tryna OD But if

Does she look at you the way I do? Try to understand the words you say And the way you move? Does she get the same big rush When you go in for a hug and your cheeks brush? Tell me, am I crazy? Or is this more than a crush? We'd be glowing. You got me

Isn't she cra-crazy beautiful Isn't she stra-strange and wonderful And I think I love her more than I even understand We get so close, kissing like Eskimos It's a little bit much I know, I do She's a little bit wild, a little bit mad, a little bit uh oh,

That may be all I need In darkness, she is all I see Come and rest your bones with me Driving slow on Sunday morning But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do That someday it would lead me back to you And I never want to leave Sunday