Crush On You

1. My feets were flying 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

R: Ooh, ooh, I gotta crush on you

Ooh, ooh, I gotta crush on you

Ooh, ooh, I gotta crush on you tonight

2. 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

R: Ooh, ooh I gotta crush on you...

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 makes 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!

R: Ooh, ooh I gotta crush on you...