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 meCan'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 satisfiedHey, I'm a loaded gun
I'm crazy about her, crazy about her
Hey, I'm a lovesick son
I'm crazy about herI 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, subway
In a grocery store
She don't notice me, I might as well just be
A cockroach on the floorIf 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 guyHey, I'm a loaded gun
I'm crazy about her, crazy about her
Hey, I'm a lovesick son
I'm crazy about herI 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
And I knew, she's destined to be mineEvery 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 Royce's 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, oh yeahAin'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' girl, oh no