She's got big brown eyes and tangled hair

Voguing in her underwear

And nothing is better than doing nothing together now

She's got a toothbrush as a microphone

Belting out the rolling stones

I'm the last one to stop her

Can't believe that I got her

We get so close, kissing like eskimos

It's a little bit much

I know, I do

Isn't she cra-crazy beautiful

Isn't she stra-strange and wonderful

And I think I love her more than I even understand

She's got a classic style that's all her own

Smile you can hear through the telephone

She says she's a rebel, but she's way too sentimental

She's precious even when she's mad

Gets angry and I start to laugh

And I know that it's nothing

She's just pushing my buttons

We get so close, kissing like eskimos

It's a little bit much

I know, I do

Isn't she cra-crazy beautiful

Isn't she stra-strange and wonderful

And I think I love her more than I even understand (ooh, ooh ooh ooh)

She's a little bit wild, a little bit mad, a little bit uh oh, beautiful

Wild, a little bit bad, a little bit uh oh

And I never could know her too well

Oh, still I never want anyone else

Isn't she cra-crazy beautiful

Isn't she stra-strange and wonderful

And I think I love her more than I even understand

She's a little bit wild, a little bit mad, a little bit uh oh, beautiful

Wild, a little bit bad, a little bit uh oh

And I think I love her more than I even understand