Crazy For My Beau!
-- How many ways can I say crazy? --
by Patt Paulos-Darrow
Some people call us crazy; yes they say we are simply wacky.
But we call them daft, so there; they are to us just out and out tacky.
Yes, we might be batty, but that is okay.
We get to watch each other, every single day.
That is what counts, who cares if they think we are crazed.
Because we are so much in love, by this, we are not even fazed.
I mean who dares to call us lunatic's just because we love a certain beau.
I mean come on folks, you don't have to watch, won't even know.
Maybe they are the maniac's, well, screwballs for sure.
Because Jim and I are perfectly pure.
Unbalanced, not a chance, we are thinking clear as a bell.
And the next person that calls us nutty or mad is going to hell.
Okay, over Jim I seem to go gaga, another word for crazy, but what a way to be.
I mean if they could see him naked, they would certainly see.
When I see Jim, I am moonstruck, simple as that.
Oh lordy, what he does to me makes my heart go pitty pat.
And there is Simon, who makes us feel like we are possessed.
If he possessed us, we would truly be blessed.
How nice to see Joel Taggert on our side so much, he makes us feel silly.
And if anyone says a word about any of these people, the looks we give will be chilly.
I will become insane, if Simon doesn't give Jim more things to do.
I know that Jim will be nutso, this is true.
You would have to be harebrained to not enjoy seeing Jim with his eyes.
Looking at someone else? It is all lies.
Don't fuck with me that would be simply absurd.
Or Jim will be waiting for you, and won't say a word.
Foolish we may be, but we can't help it one little bit.
And if you were not so utterly senseless, you wouldn't give a shit.
Okay, we are being too hard on you; it is because we are downright nuts.
But hey would any other guys, show half as much guts?
I don't think so; we are the best there is.
And I am certainly glad that I am his.
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