- Votes:
 - Composers:
 - Brantley Keith Gilbert
 - Ben Hayslip
 - Rhett Akins
 
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Brantley Gilbert - My Kind of Crazy lyrics
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 windshieldBrantley Gilbert - My Kind of Crazy - http://motolyrics.com/brantley-gilbert/my-kind-of-crazy-lyrics.html
 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















