Crazy About Her

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I walk the streets at night, Until the morning light comes shining through
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Can't get a good night's sleep, Ain't been to work in weeks, What am I gonna do
Help me
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Can't get her off my mind, I'm drinking too much wine, I'm burning up inside
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If I could touch her face, Or take her out some place I'd be satisfied

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Hey, I'm a loaded gun, I'm crazy about her, crazy about her
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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
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I see her every day, In rush hour or subway, in a grocery store
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She don't notice me, I might as well just be a cockroach on the floor
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If she belonged to me I'd give her everything, I'd never cheat or lie
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I'd treat her with respect, not just a sex object, I ain't that kind of guy

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Hey, I'm a loaded gun, I'm crazy about her, crazy about her
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Hey, I'm a lovesick son, I'm crazy about her

(just drums)
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
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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!

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Ain't gonna bide my time ain't gonna stand in line, Somebody gonna get burned
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But, oh the problem is I think my loves at risk, She's the boss's girl
Oh no

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