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(R. Stewart/D. Hitchings/J. Cregan)



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

(R. Stewart/D. Hitchings/J. Cregan)



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

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