Bruce Springsteen

Crush on you



My feets were fylin' 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 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 Ooh, ooh I gotta crush on you Ooh, ooh I gotta crush on you Ooh, ooh I gotta crush on you tonight