Lyrics
Do you think I'm crazy?
Is there something wrong with me?
Well, I don't wanna be angry
I ain't trying to be
Oh, my heart's racing
I need miles down the street
Oh, I'm sitting still
Everything's moving but my feet
I'm sitting in your classroom
I'm in your pew at church
I think my mama oughta spank me
A little discipline might work
You see me in the grocery
With my head between my knees
Tell me, do you think I'm crazy?
Is there something wrong with me?
Well, I know my family loves me
But I can't even say it back
Well, I can't even let 'em hug me
It's an emotion that I lack
Well, I see the way they suffer
And they know I suffer too
If there's joy, I just can't share it
Even if I wanted to
But I'm sitting in your classroom
I'm in your pew at church
I think my mama oughta spank me
A little discipline might work
You see me in the grocery
With my head between my knees
Oh, tell me, do you think I'm crazy?
Is there something wrong with me?
Well, the kids don't wanna play with me
They say that I'm a freak
Well, I know they talk about me
I can hear and I can see
Well, I long to have a friend
Just to be beside of me
Oh, well I might not talk to him
But at least he'd talk to me
But I'm sitting in your classroom
I'm in your pew at church
I think my mama oughta spank me
A little discipline might work
You see me in the grocery
With my head between my knees
Oh, tell me, do you think I'm crazy?
Is there something wrong with me?
They say that I'm disabled
That my problems make me weak
But I think that in my weakness
I could find a little strength
If people didn't look right through me
I believe that they might see
Oh, some good or some worth
Some love inside of me
But I'm sitting in your classroom
I'm in your pew at church
I think my mama oughta spank me
A little discipline might work
You see me in the grocery
With my head between my knees
Oh, tell me, do you think I'm crazy?
Is there something wrong with me?
Do you think I'm crazy?
Is there something wrong with me?
Well, I don't wanna be angry
I ain't trying to be
Oh, my heart's racing
I need miles down the street
Oh, I'm sitting still
But everything's moving but my feet
Oh, I'm sitting still
But everything's moving but my feet
Oh, I'm sitting still
But everything's moving but my feet
Oh, I'm sitting in your classroom
I'm in your pew at church
I think my mama oughta spank me
A little discipline might work
You see me in the grocery
With my head between my knees
Oh, tell me, do you think I'm crazy?
Is there something wrong with me?
Oh, tell me, do you think I'm crazy?
Is there something wrong with me?
Written by: Alisha Hamilton
