Crazy About Her

I walk the streets at night

Until the morning light comes shinin' 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 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 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 Royces coming and going

My friends all say she's way outta my class

But I know if she's just get know me

I could give her something all those rich guy ain't got

Ah, 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's at risk

She's the boss's girl

Oh, no