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 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