Rod Stewart - Crazy About Her
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
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!
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
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