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