| 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 |
| Pre-Chorus: |
| 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 | again |
| 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 |
| Pre-Chorus: |
| 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 | - | G | - | D | - | G |
| 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 |
| Jon talks a lot: |
| E | A | |
| Now wait a minute& | #8230; Wait I can't believe my eyes |
| E | A | |
| Who's that coming around the co | rner? |
| E | |
| Ah, she's lookin' fine ain | 't she? … Get out the way! |
| A | E | A | |
| No, no, no get out the way | 230; Ah look at those high he | el sneakers… |
| Chorus: |
| E | A | |
| Here she co | mes, it's crazy lo | ve |
| E | |
| Here it comes ag | ain |
| A | |
| That crazy th | ing called love |
| E | A | |
| Here it come | s, that crazy lov | e |
| E | |
| Here she comes a | gain |
| A | |
| That crazy th | ing called love |
| End: |
| Repeat the Chorus some times:) |
| Hope the song are correct, cause I can't find any worng... |
| Be nice with the rating:) |