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, subway
In a grocery store
She don`t notice me, I might as well just be
A c**kroach 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
And I knew, she`s destined to be mine

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 Royce`s 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, oh 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 love`s at risk
She`s the boss` girl, oh no