I walk the street at night.
until the morning light comes shining through
Cant get a good nights sleep
aint been to work in weeks
What am I gonna do?
Help me
Cant get her off my mind
Im drinking too much wine
Im burning up inside
If I could touch her face
or take her out some place Id be satisfied
Hey, Im a loaded gun
Im crazy about her, crazy about her
Hey, Im a lovesick son
Im crazy about her
I see her jogging in Central Park
with one of them Walkmans on her head
She was hot, young, beautiful
and I said to myself
shes destined to be mine
I see her every day
in rush hour or subway, in a grocery store
She dont notice me
I might as well just be a crockroach on the floor
If she belonged to me Id give her everything
Id never cheat or lie
I treat her with respect, not just a sex object
I aint that kind of guy
Hey, Im a loaded gun
Im crazy about her, crazy about her
Hey, Im a lovesick son
Im crazy about her
I was standing outside the Met one day
when she drove by in a black Corvette
I said Hey baby
I couldve died, she looked straight through me
But I know shes destined to be mine
Every night I stand around her door and wait for her to come by
She lives in one of those brownstones with the guard outside
and the limousines and the Rolls Royces comin and goin
My friends all say shes way outta my class
but I know if shed just get know me
I could give her something all those rich guys aint got
Aint gonna bide my time aint gonna stand in line
Somebody gonna get burned
But, oh the problem is I think my loves at risk
Shes the bosss girl
Oh no
Hey, Im a loaded gun
Im crazy about her, crazy about her
Hey, Im a lovesick son
Im crazy about her.