(from “Cut and Run”)


I could never tell when you’d get angry
Though guessing was half of the fun
You’d turn up the heat on me, darling
With a poke now and then
To check when I was done
Then you’d give me a casual nibble
Like some overgrown dog on a bun
Wash me down with a beer
And a sliver of lime
Didn’t seem crazy to me at the time

But this lunatic love
Lunatic love
I’ve had all I can handle of lunatic love

You wrote me a love poem this morning
It was good for your very first try
And I tried to recite it with feeling
But it scanned kind of strange
And you looked like you’d cry
SO you hijacked a plane and a pilot
Wrote it fifty feet tall cross the sky
And it took half the day
But you made it all rhyme
Didn’t seem crazy to me at the time

But this lunatic love
Lunatic love
I’ve had all I can handle of lunatic love
Lunatic love
Lunatic love
I’ve had all I can handle of lunatic love
All I can handle of lunatic love

You wanted our love to be simple
Wuold it be as good fancy or plain
You threw most of our stuff out by midnight
Got up in the morning
Went at it again
Then you tore out the doors and the windows
Never mind how the neighbors complain
While we dance in the nude
As the temperatures climb
Didn’t seem crazy to me at the time

But this lunatic love
Lunatic love
I’ve had all I can handle of lunatic love
Lunatic love
Lunatic love
I’ve had all I can handle of lunatic love
All I can handle of lunatic love