Crazy About Her

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

Spoken:

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 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