I walk the streets at night
Until the morning light comes shining through
Can't get a good night's sleep
Ain't been to work in weeks
What am i gonna do
Help me
Can't get her off my mind
I'm drinking too much wine
I'm burning up inside
If i could touch her face
Or take her out some place i'd be satisfied
Hey, i'm a loaded gun
I'm crazy about her, crazy about her
Hey, i'm a lovesick son
I'm crazy about her
I see her jogging in central park
With one of them walkman's on her head.
She was hot, young, beautiful
And i said to myself
She's destined to be mine
I see her every day
In rush hour or subway, in a grocery store
She don't notice me,
I might as well just be a cockroach on the floor
If she belonged to me i'd give her everything
I'd never cheat or lie
I'd treat her with respect, not just a sex object
I ain't that kind of guy
Hey, i'm a loaded gun
I'm crazy about her, crazy about her
Hey, i'm a lovesick son
I'm crazy about her
I was standing outside the met one day
When she drove by in a black corvette
I said hey baby
I could've died, she looked straight through me
But i know she's destined to be mine
Spoken:
Every night i stand around her door and wait for her to come by
She lives in one of those brown-stones with the guard outside
And the limousines and the rolls royces coming and going
My friends all say she's way outta my class
But i know if she'd just get know me
I could give her something all those rich guy ain't got
Yeah!
Ain't gonna bide my time ain't gonna stand in line
Somebody gonna get burned
But, oh the problem is i think my loves at risk
She's the boss's girl
Oh no
compositores: ROD STEWART, DUANE S HITCHINGS, JAMES CREGAN
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