(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.