| Lyrics: | 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.
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
Ooh, ooh I gotta crush on you
Ooh, ooh I gotta crush on you
Ooh, ooh I gotta
crush on you tonight
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 !
Ooh, ooh I gotta crush on
you
Ooh, ooh I gotta crush on you
Ooh, ooh I gotta crush on you tonight |
