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 every 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 everything
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

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): DUANE S HITCHINGS, JAMES CREGAN, ROD STEWART