(r. stewart/d. hitchings/j. cregan)
I walk the streets 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 cockroach on the floor
If she belonged to me Id give her everything
Id never cheat or lie
Id 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
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 shes way outta my class
But I know if shed just get know me
I could give her something all those rich guy aint got
Yeah!
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