Motion Picture Soundtrack

White wine and sleeping pills help me get back to your arms
Cheap sex and sad films help me get where I belong

I think you’re crazy, baby
I think you're crazy, baby

Stop sending letters, letters always get burned
It’s not like the movies, they fed us on little white lies

I think you’re crazy, baby
I think you're crazy, baby

I will see you in the next life

I think you’re crazy, baby
I think you're crazy, baby
I think you’re crazy, baby
I think you're crazy, baby