Crush

Looking like a train wreck
Sipping on her long neck
This ain't no model-actress
She's attitude and accent (alright)

Angel flying solo
Must have gone and sold your halo
She's accidental innocence
And white trash elegance (alright)

She's all mixed up
Lays in bed 'til 3
All messed up
She's eccentricity

Chorus:
Neurotica
Lay your love all over me
Come on, baby, go a little crazy on me
Erotica
Every school boy's fantasy
Not your ordinary woman
But she's extraordinary to me

She got a daily new addiction
A walking contradiction
Chain smoking cigarettes
Talking to her silhouette (alright)

All mixed up
A little out of time
All messed up
But she don't really mind

Chorus:
Neurotica
Lay your love all over me
Come on, baby, go a little crazy on me
Erotica
Every school boy's fantasy
She's not your ordinary woman
But she's extraordinary to me

Alright (no Jane or Gloria)
Alright (she's schizophoria)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And when I call her I got to call her
And when I call her I call her

Solo

Chorus:
Neurotica
Lay your love all over me
Come on, baby, go a little crazy on me
Erotica
Every school boy's fantasy
Not your ordinary woman
But she's extraordinary to me

If there's something that needs fixing
I'm the man to see
Look me up, I'm listed
Just check under "B"
If you're ever on the spot
Well, I'm good with my hands
24-7 I'm your handyman

Odd jobs, hard jobs, anything under the sun
Big jobs, small jobs, baby

Chorus:
I'd be a rich man, it's true
If I could make a living out of lovin' you
These two hands know what to do
If I could make a living out of lovin' you
I could make a living out of lovin' you

Until the work is finished
Well, I don't get paid
I don't mind getting dirty
That's my middle name
I'm in the service business
So I understand
Call me 24-7, I'm your handyman

Odd jobs, hard jobs, anything under the sun
Big jobs, small jobs, baby

Chorus:
I'd be a rich man, it's true
If I could make a living out of lovin' you
These two hands know what to do
If I could make a living out of lovin' you
If I could make a living out of lovin' you

Solo

Tough jobs, rough jobs, say where and when
I'll leave you my card, call when you need me again
Odd jobs, hard jobs, baby

Chorus:
I'd be a rich man, it's true
If I could make a living out of lovin' you
These two hands know what to do
If I could make a living out of lovin' you
I'd be a rich man, it's true
I could make a living out of lovin' you
I'm a rich man
I could make a living out of lovin' you