text: My feet were flying down the street just the other night
  When a Hong Kong special pulled up at the light
  What was inside, man, was just cest magnifique
  I wanted to hold the bumper and let her drag me down the street
  Ooh, ooh I got to crush on you
  Ooh, ooh I got to crush on you
  Ooh, ooh I got to 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 youre a walking, talking reason to live
  Ooh, ooh I got to crush on you
  Ooh, ooh I got to crush on you
  Ooh, ooh I got to crush on you tonight
  Well now she might be the talk of high society
  Shes 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 shes 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 Ill be minding my own business walking down the street... watchout!
  Ooh, ooh I got to crush on you
  Ooh, ooh I got to crush on you
  Ooh, ooh I got to crush on you tonight