I
walk the streets at night until the morning light
comes shining through.
Can't get a good night's sleep,
ain't been a waking 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.
I could touch her face, 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 lopsided sun,
I'm crazy about her.
I saw her jogging in Central Park,
one of them walkers 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 the rush hour subway,
when you look close to your store.
She don't notice me,
I might as well just be talking on China Flow.
If she belonged to me, I'd give her everything,
I'd never see you 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 lopsided sun, 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 coulda died,
she'd say to 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 looks at one of those brownstone,
the guard outside the limousines,
and the Rolls Royce is coming and going.
My friends all say she's way out of my class,
but I know if she just get to know me,
I could give her something all those rich guys ain't got.
Ain't gonna buy my time,
ain't gonna stand in line,
somebody gonna get burned.
But on the floor room is,
I think my life's at risk,
she's the
boss's girl.
Oh no!