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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Rod Stewart
Chant
Duane Hitchings
Claviers
Jim Cregan
Guitare
Bernard Edwards
Basse
Michael Landau
Guitare
Kevin Savigar
Claviers
Bobbye Hall
Percussion
David Woodford
Saxophone
Jimmy Roberts
Saxophone
Tony Brock
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Rod Stewart
Paroles/Composition
Duane Hitchings
Paroles/Composition
Jim Cregan
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Rod Stewart
Production
Allen Abrahamson
Assistance d’ingénierie
Bernard Edwards
Production
David Tickle
Ingénierie
Jeff Hendrickson
Ingénierie
Paul Wertheimer
Ingénierie
Kevin Savigar
Production
Bob Ludwig
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Steve MacMillan
Ingénierie de mixage
Andy Taylor
Production
Paroles
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 a rush hour 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
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-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
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 love is at risk
She's the boss's girl
Oh no
Writer(s): Rod Stewart, James Cregan, Duane S Hitchings
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