Crush On You My feets were flyin' down the street just the other night When a hong kong special pulled up at the light What was inside, man, was just c'est magnifique I wanted to hold the bumper and let her drag me down the street
(chorus) Ooh, ooh, i gotta crush on you Ooh, ooh, i gotta crush on you Ooh, ooh, i gotta crush on you tonight
Sometimes i spot a little stranger standing 'cross the room My brain takes a vacation just to give my heart more room For one kiss, darling i swear everything i would give Cause you're a walking, talking reason to live
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Well now she might be the talk of high society She's probably got a lousy personality She might be a heiress to rockefeller She might be a waitress or a bank teller She makes the venus de milo look like she's got no style She make sheena of the jungle look meek and mild I need a quick shot, doc, knock me off my feet Cause i'll be minding my own business walking down the street... watchout!