Crazy About Her Songtext
von 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 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