(crazy for you but) not that crazy

I built a ship with my own hands to take us to the moon
I took a pen in my own hand and wrote you a hundred tunes
now I'm crazy for you but not that crazy
I pretended you were Jesus you were just dying to save me
I stood beneath your window with my ukulele
I made my yard a playground just in case we had a baby
now I'm crazy for you but not that crazy
I treated you like radium
I treated you like God
You were my glass menagerie
Did you not find that odd
I dwelt within and went without and broke my virgin flesh
I performed acts of devotion as if you were Ganesh,
but now I'm crazy for you but not that crazy
I'm crazy for you but not that crazy