"Call You Mine" by Dylan Marlowe turns devotion into a series of wild, impossible promises. Walking barefoot for hundreds of miles, stealing the Mona Lisa, or taking a criminal fall all become reasonable trades for one night together. The exaggeration is the point: love here isn't measured in comfort but in how much chaos and sacrifice feels worth it. The repeated vow to go crazy just to claim that belonging captures a restless, all-in hunger where being called insane matters less than being called yours.
Call You Mine Lyrics by Dylan Marlowe
I’d walk a couple hundred country miles in my bare feet
I’d swim across the ocean knowing what was under me
I’d give my last dime
Call me out of my mind
But if you were the Mona Lisa
I’d sneak in and try to sneak you out
Baby, if the cops were comin’
I’d grab the gun and take the fall somehow
Ain’t no hell I wouldn’t go through
Just to hold you here tonight
Baby, you can call me crazy
But I’d go crazy just to call you mine
I’d bring some Alabama white sand to your feet
I’d move a snowcapped Rocky Mountain right across the street
Just ’cause you wanted the view
Just say the word, I’ll make it work, I promise you
‘Cause if you were the Mona Lisa
I’d sneak in and try to sneak you out
Baby, if the cops were comin’
I’d grab the gun and take the fall somehow
Ain’t no hell I wouldn’t go through
Just to hold you here tonight
Baby, you can call me crazy
But I’d go crazy just to call you mine
Just to call you mine
If you were the Mona Lisa
I’d sneak in and try to sneak you out
Baby, if the cops were comin’
I’d grab the gun and take the fall somehow
Ain’t no hell I wouldn’t go through
Just to hold you every night
Baby, you can call me crazy
But I’d go crazy just to call you mine
Just to call you mine
Just to call you mine
Baby, you can call me crazy
But I’d go crazy just to call you mine
