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, 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 And I knew, 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, oh 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' girl, oh no © BMG ARIOLA BELGIUM NV/SA; ROD STEWART; EMI FULL KEEL MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com