Mad Mad Me - Maria Muldaur

Carrying on the conversation

Looking in your eyes

The words they seem to pass us by

You know as well as I

How many kinds of tribulation

Must a friend endure

The years will leave a man unsure

Of where to beg when he is poor

Oh baby, how I love you

Mad as I think you are

Guess you think I’m crazy too

But mad mad me I love you

Oh baby, how I love you

Mad as I think you are

Guess you think I’m crazy too

But mad mad me I love you

Carrying on with a word is mindless

Your eyes aflame to me

They jump and burn and make me see

How much to you I want to be