Everybody’s Crazy Michael Bolton
"Everybody’s Crazy" by Michael Bolton, released in 1992, is a #Pop ballad that explores themes of love, emotional turmoil, and the complexities of relationships. The lyrics convey a sense of shared madness in love, emphasizing vulnerability and connection. Its powerful vocals and orchestral arrangement enhance the emotional depth. The song resonates with those navigating tumultuous relationships, contributing to Bolton's enduring popularity.
(Everybody's crazy)
(Everybody's crazy)
(Everybody's crazy)
Sweet little girl, she's the high school queen
She lives tonight in every school boys' dream
Oh, but nobody knows how she's cryin'
She's just a child goin' on seventeen
She gets so confused by her friends and their scenes
They don't mean what they say
They don't say what they mean
She reads the signs, reads between the lines
But it makes no difference, there's no reason or rhyme
Just hang on, girl, as long as you can
In time you'll learn what you don't understand
It's the human condition, it's the nature of man
(Everybody's crazy)
(Everybody's crazy)
(Everybody's crazy)
Everybody's crazy
This city boy, he don't want no control
He just wanna party and play his rock 'n' roll
But here they come to turn the pressure on
Sayin', "Son, your partyin' days are done
(Everybody's crazy)
(Everybody's crazy)
Sweet little girl, she's the high school queen
She lives tonight in every school boys' dream
Oh, but nobody knows how she's cryin'
She's just a child goin' on seventeen
She gets so confused by her friends and their scenes
They don't mean what they say
They don't say what they mean
She reads the signs, reads between the lines
But it makes no difference, there's no reason or rhyme
Just hang on, girl, as long as you can
In time you'll learn what you don't understand
It's the human condition, it's the nature of man
(Everybody's crazy)
(Everybody's crazy)
(Everybody's crazy)
Everybody's crazy
This city boy, he don't want no control
He just wanna party and play his rock 'n' roll
But here they come to turn the pressure on
Sayin', "Son, your partyin' days are done
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