Crush on You - Bruce Springsteen
    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


    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!



    Marco Giunco
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