i met my old lover on the street last night he seemed so glad to see me i just smiled and we talked about some old times and we drank ourselves some beers still crazy after all these years still crazy after all these years i m not the kind of girl who tends to socialise i seem to lean on old familiar ways and i ain t no fool for love songs that whisper in my ears still crazy after all these years still crazy after all these years crazy i m going to crazy im going to crazy four in the morning crashed out yawning longing my life away i ll never worry why should i it s all going to fade now i sit by my window and i watch the cars i fear ill do some damage one fine day but i would not be convicted by a jury of my peers still crazy after all these years still crazy still crazy still crazy after all these years
['soft rock', 'yacht rock']