Crazy About Her - Al B. Sure Remix

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

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 to 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!

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



Credits
Writer(s): Rod Stewart, James Cregan, Duane S Hitchings
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