I know one thing
That the [bad word] in her eyes
Make me love her
Sticks could break her little fine bones
But the words could never harm her

She is crazy she is crazy
You can't hurt her
You can't break her

I see the skies through her eyes
And the sun shines trough her smile
Sticks and stones could broke her bones
But words could never harm her

She is crazy…

The roses are crying
The roses are crying

I miss her more than words can express
Her lonely dances like the waterfalls