Текст песни Crazy About Her - Rod Stewart

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 a rush hour 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 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 love is at risk
She′s the boss's girl
Oh no