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(r. stewart/d. hitchings/j. cregan)
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 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 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
Spoken: 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'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 loves at risk She's the boss's girl Oh no
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