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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rod Stewart
Vocals
Duane Hitchings
Keyboards
Jim Cregan
Guitar
Bernard Edwards
Bass Guitar
Michael Landau
Guitar
Kevin Savigar
Keyboards
Bobbye Hall
Percussion
David Woodford
Saxophone
Jimmy Roberts
Saxophone
Tony Brock
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rod Stewart
Songwriter
Duane Hitchings
Songwriter
Jim Cregan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rod Stewart
Producer
Allen Abrahamson
Assistant Engineer
Bernard Edwards
Producer
David Tickle
Engineer
Jeff Hendrickson
Engineer
Paul Wertheimer
Engineer
Kevin Savigar
Producer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Steve MacMillan
Mixing Engineer
Andy Taylor
Producer
Lyrics
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
Writer(s): Rod Stewart, James Cregan, Duane S Hitchings
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