There she is sitting there Out behind the smoke-house in her rocking chair She don't do nothin' She don't say nothin' She don't feel nothin' She don't know nothin' Maybe she's crazy, I don't know But maybe that's why I love her so
Her papa was a midget Her mama was a whore Her grandad was a newsboy 'til he was eighty-four Man don't you think I know she hates me Man don't you think I know that she's no good If she knew how she'd be unfaithful to me I think she'd kill me if she could Maybe she's crazy I don't know But maybe that's why I love her so
I'm not afraid of the greywolf Who stalks through our forest at dawn As long as I have her beside me I have the strength to carry on
Today we will be married And all the freaks that she knows will be there And all the people from the village will be there To congratulate us I will carry her across the threshold I will make dim the light I will attempt to spend my love within her But though I try with all my might She will laugh at my mighty sword She will laugh at my mighty sword Why must everybody laugh at my mighty sword? Lord, hep me if you will Maybe we're both crazy, I don't know Maybe that's why I love her so
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