My Kind Of Crazy - Brantley Gilbert

She says, «Look, baby, I’m a rock star»

Grabs my old guitar

Playing it upside down

Dancing 'round in front of our TV

I can’t see the ballgame

So I just wave my lighter around and say

«Yeah, rock on, baby

I’d rather watch you anyway»

«But when you’re done can I come backstage

And get you to sign your name

On that Zeppelin shirt of mine you’re wearing?

I’ll never wash that thing again»

Yeah, and she’s my kind of crazy

The little games she plays

Lord, they never get old

She’s too cute to get on my last nerve

The way she throws her little fits

Poking out her lip, biting mine when we kiss

There ain’t a fight that she can’t win

That’s my baby and she’s my kind of crazy

You ought to see her in my pickup

Oh, 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, «Come on, baby, let me drive»

Now honey, it’s a stick shift

Remember what you did last time, oh Yeah, and she’s my kind of crazy

The little games she plays

Lord, they never get old

She’s too cute to get on my last nerve

The way she throws her little fits

Poking out her lip, biting mine when we kiss

There ain’t a fight that she can’t win

That’s my baby and she’s my kind of crazy

She never lets me rest, she keeps me up all night

Known to roll me off the bed, steal the covers off my side

But I hear her wake up, sleepy head

And I open up my eyes and it’s all worth the while

Yeah, and she’s my kind of crazy

The little games she plays

Lord, they never get old

She’s too cute to get on my last nerve

The way she throws her little fits

Poking out her lip, biting mine when we kiss

There ain’t a fight that she can’t win

That’s my baby and she’s my kind of crazy