Brantley Gilbert
Brantley Gilbert - My Kinda Crazy songtekst
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She says, look, baby, I'm a rockstar Grabs my old guitar Playing it upside down Dancing 'round in front of our TV I can't see the ball game So I just wave my lighter and saay Yeah, rock on baby I'd rather watch you insetad But when you're done Can I come backstage And get you to sign your name On that Zeppelin shirt of mine you're wearin' I'll never was that thing again Yeah and she's my kinda crazy The little games she plays Lord they'll never get old She's too cute to get on my last nerve The way she throws her little fits Pokin' out her lip and bittin' mine when we kiss There ain't a fight that she can't win That's my baby And she's my kinda crazy You ought to see her in my pickup She's gotta have that radio up Bless her heart, she can't sit still Head in my lap, bare feet on the windshield Says, 'common baby let me drive Now honey It's a stick shift Remember what you did last time Ohhh... She never lets me rest She keeps me up all night Known to roll me off the bed And steal the covers off my side But I hear wake up sleepy head And I open up my eyes And It's all worth the while That's my baby And she's my kinda crazy