Maria Muldaur Mad Mad Me
Carrying on a conversation
Looking in your eyes
The words they seem to pass us by
You know as well as I
How many kinds of tribulation
Must a friend endure
The years, they leave a man unsure
Of where to beg when he is poor
Whoa baby, how I love you
Mad as I think you are
Guess you think I'm crazy too
But mad, mad me, I love you
Carrying on in a world of silence
Your eyes aflame to me
They jump and burn and make me see
How much to you I want to be
How much to you I want to be
Whoa baby, how I love you
Mad as I think you are
Guess you think I'm crazy too
But mad, mad me, I love you
Whoa baby, how I love you
Mad as I think you are
Guess you think I'm crazy too
But mad, mad me, I love you
But mad, mad me I love you
