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  • Charlie Trovini

You gotta be crazy

You gotta be crazy

To the point of disorder

You follow her everywhere

Madly in love

Getting her attention

Any which way you can

Charming her with your voice

And impressing her with your body

Jealous of others

Who catch her eye

And when she leaves yours

You go mad with grief

Helpless without her

You shout and you scream

But to a bystander

Crazy, you seem


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