She'd ask them,



                        See what they'd say


       If you're so happy and free



                Maybe you actually miss it



          But she is already perceived as



     Crazy, lunatic and unsafe



                     And that's what she is



Your perfect, extraordinary,



                     Little



    Creation



                You know everything to



     An exact T about her



          Now the Bride of Frankenstein,



                                   Tell her,



               Is she as beautiful as you



           Thought she might be?



               Is she deranged enough for you?



         And she's crazy,



              She's ballistic for this



        All the highs, the lows,



              The way you brag about the other



                  The way you recited every word



            The way you carry the sun



    The way you know just the way to her heart



                 She is crazy for you



      And there is absolutely nothing



                She could ever do



     To be the things you first admired



                 And now a creation of you



           That could just possibly never be of use