Text: Mellencamp John Cougar. Crazy Ones.

She's got tights on her legs
She's got a floppy French hat
Voodoo in her eyes
An endangered species on her back

She talks about the movies
She likes to talk about art
She can show you a good time
But you'll never touch her heart

Mama, why do I always fall for the crazy ones?
Mama, why do they lay so heavy on my heart?
Well, I'm drawn to the devil, baby every time we kiss
Mama, why do the crazy ones leave me feeling like this?

She's got backstage access
And she's dancin' in the aisles
She looks a little sad and crooked
When you see her smile

She's got the magic heart
She says, you cannot understand
She's got a secret hurt
She ain't gonna share with no man

Mama, why do I always fall for the crazy ones?
Mama, why do they lay so heavy on my heart?
Well, I'm drawn to the devil, every time we kiss
Mama, why do the crazy ones leave me feeling like this, yeah?

She's got her mind on her business
She never wants to be broke
Well, I hate to see her suffer
But she just does not get the joke

I can't afford her style of living
I can't afford to get so mad
Every time I think about her
It just makes me sad

Mama, why do I always fall for the crazy ones?
Mama, why do they lay so heavy on my heart?
Well, I'm drawn to the devil, every time we kiss
Mama, why do the crazy ones leave me feeling like this?

Mama, why mind's gone to the crazy ones?
Mama, why do I always fall for the crazy ones?
Well, I'm drawn to the devil, baby every time we kiss
Mama, why do the crazy ones leave me feeling like this?