| D | G | D | G | |
| (VERSE) |
| D | |
| The city sounds like a symphony |
| G | |
| A cabbie screams obscenities |
| D | G | |
| The horns are honking jazz in the n | ight |
| D | |
| Her street is lit like a Christmas tree |
| G | |
| This place is my amphetamine |
| D | G | |
| She junks me but it's alright |
| (BRIDGE) |
| Em | C | |
| In her summer dress she | parts the sea |
| Em | C | |
| Her hair wrapped up in r | osary beads |
| Em | A | |
| Everyone else is gone but | her and me |
| (Chorus) |
| D | G | |
| Here she | comes, it's crazy | love |
| D | |
| Here it comes | again |
| G | |
| That crazy | thing called love |
| D | G | |
| Here she c | omes, it's crazy l | ove |
| D | F#m | A | |
| Here it comes | agai | n |
| (VERSE) |
| D | |
| Sitting | on my stoop |
| G | |
| I lit one up and put the | ashes in my coffee cup |
| D | G | |
| And w | atched the world passing me b | y |
| D | |
| Throw a | coat of paint on this rusty heart |
| G | |
| Ain't it | funny how life imitates art |
| D | G | |
| Saint | Valentine he's got bloody knees to | night |
| (BRIDGE) |
| Em | C | |
| But when she's walking down th | e street |
| Em | A | |
| The sidewalk's there to | kiss her feet |
| (Chorus) |
| D | G | |
| Here she | comes, it's crazy | love |
| D | |
| Here it comes | again |
| G | |
| That crazy | thing called love |
| D | G | |
| Here she c | omes, it's crazy l | ove |
| D | G | |
| Here it comes | again |
| (BRIDGE) |
| Bm | Bm/A | |
| She needs me, pl | eads me |
| G | D | |
| Wraps me in her l | oving charms |
| Bm | D | |
| She'll tease me, | squeeze me |
| A | |
| But I'm the man when I'm in her arms |
| (Solo) |
| D | Em | A | |
| (VERSE) |
| D | |
| Now the angels sing a melody |
| G | |
| That they wrote for her explicitly |
| D | G | |
| That no one hears but her and | me |
| (TALK) |
| (E A)--> go playing these chords and talk! |
| Now wait a minute? wait I can't believe my eyes |
| Who's that coming around the corner? |
| Ay, she's lookin' fine ain't she? ? get out the way! |
| No, no, no get out the way? look at those high heel sneakers? |
| (Chorus) |
| E | |
| Here she comes, it's crazy love |
| A | |
| Here it comes again |
| E | A | |
| That crazy thing called | love |
| E | A | |
| Here she comes, it's crazy | love |
| E | A | |
| That crazy thing ca | lled love |