D _ _
Bm _ _
D _ _ _ _ .
Bm _ _ _ _
D _ _
G _ .
D She got big bright eyes,
B tangled
D hair, voguing in her
A.
Bm underwear and nothing's
F#m better
G than.
doing
D nothing together.
Now she got a toothbrush as a
Bm microphone,
D belting out the Rolling Stones.
Bm I'm the last
D one to stop her.
Can't believe that I got her.
Bm We get so close,
G just like Eskimos.
A
Em little bit much, I
D know,
G I do.
D Isn't she crazy _ beautiful.
Isn't
Bm she strange, strange and wonderful.
I think
G I love her more than I even
Em.
D understand.
_ _ _ _ _ Dang.
She got a classic
B style that's all her
D own.
A smile you can hear through the
A telephone.
Bm She says she's a
F# rebel,
G but she's way too
D sentimental.
She's precious even
Bm when she's
D mad, gets angry and I start to
Bm laugh and I know that's nothing.
D She just pushes buttons.
Bm She gets so close, but
G just like Eskimos.
A
Em little bit much, I
D know,
G I do.
D Isn't she crazy _ beautiful.
Isn't
Bm she strange, strange and wonderful.
I think
G I love her more than I even understand.
D _ _ _ _ _ _ Isn't she crazy, crazy beautiful.
Isn't
Bm she strange, strange and wonderful.
I think
G I love her more than I even
D understand.
_ _ _ _ _ She's a little bit wild, a little bit mad, a little bit beautiful.
_ .
Bm Wild, a little bit bad, a little bit oh oh.
And
Em I never
D can know her so
G well.
Oh, still
Em I never
D want
G anyone _ else.
D Isn't she crazy, crazy beautiful.
Isn't
Bm she strange, strange and wonderful.
I think
G I love her more than I even understand.
_
A _
G _ _
A D Oh, isn't she crazy, _ crazy beautiful.
Isn't
Bm she strange, strange and wonderful.
I think
G I love her more than I
D understand.
_ _ _ _ _ She's a little bit wild, a little bit mad, a little bit _ beautiful.
Bm Wild, a little bit bad, a little bit oh oh.
And I think
G I love her more than I even understand.
_
D _
G _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .