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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeCrush On You
My feets were flyin' down the street just the other nightWhen a Hong Kong special pulled up at the lightWhat was inside, man, was just c'est magnifiqueI wanted to hold the bumper and let her drag me down the street(Chorus)Ooh, ooh, I gotta crush on youOoh, ooh, I gotta crush on youOoh, ooh, I gotta crush on you tonightSometimes I spot a little stranger standing 'cross the roomMy brain takes a vacation just to give my heart more roomFor one kiss, darling I swear everything I would giveCause you're a walking, talking reason to live(Chorus)Well now she might be the talk of high societyShe's probably got a lousy personalityShe might be a heiress to RockefellerShe might be a waitress or a bank tellerShe makes the Venus de Milo look like she's got no styleShe make Sheena of the Jungle look meek and mildI need a quick shot, Doc, knock me off my feetCause I'll be minding my own business walking down the street... watchout!(Chorus)
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