Crush

(Ah, ah, ah, ah)

(One, two, three, four)

I got a life you know nothin' about
You got a job, a quiet mouth
And I got a look, a look in my eye
That you're gonna mess me up, isn't that nice?

And I know that you are only passing me by
And everybody wants a piece of your pretty pie
But I think that I could more than eat it tonight
What did you have in mind?

I think I got a crush, what the fuck?
And I hate it, 'cause it don't mean much
I got a crush, I'm a mug
'Cause this ain't love, it's anything
Everything but

You got nice friends, they came to my house
But you're the cutest, you're the cutest around
And it makes me sick that I even cared
And when you're not lookin' at me, I'm aware

And I know that you are only passing me by
And everybody wants a piece of your pretty pie
But I think that I could more than eat it tonight
What did you have in mind?

I think I got a crush, what the fuck?
And I hate it, 'cause it don't mean much
I got a crush, I'm the mug
Because this ain't love, it's anything
Everything but

Crush, crush, crush
Crush, crush, crush
Crush, crush, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah