I like it    I don't like it

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