I walk the street 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 ev'ry day
in rush hour or subway, in a grocery store.
She don't notice me,
I might as well just be a crockroach on the floor.

If she belonged to me I'd give her ev'rything.
I'd never cheat or lie.
I 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.

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 she's way outta my class
but I know if she'd just get know me
I could give her something all those rich guys ain't got.

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's girl.
Oh no.

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.

Writer : STEWART, ROD/HITCHINGS, DUANE S/CREGAN, JIM
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, UNIVERSAL MUSIC MGB SONGS