Bruce Springsteen - 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
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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!
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