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
interlude
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 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
Artist: Rod Stewart
Year: 1989
Decade: 80s
Language: en
Word Count: 175