(Chorus)
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
(Chorus)
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!
(Chorus)
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