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I walk the street at nightuntil 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 faceor 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 Parkwith one of them Walkman's on her head. She was hot, young, beautifuland I said to myselfshe's destined to be mine.I see her ev'ry dayin rush hour or subway, in a grocery store. She don't notice me,I might as well just be a crockroach on the flour. If she belonged to me I'd give her ev'rything.I'd never cheat or lie.I 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 daywhen 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 they guard outsideand the limousines and the Rolls Royces comin' and goin'. My friends all say she's way outta my classbut I know if she'd just get know me I could give her something all those rich guy ain't got. 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. 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.
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