I walk the street 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 ev'ry day in 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 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 they guard outside and the limousines and the Rolls Royces comin' and goin'. 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. 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.