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
