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
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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
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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)
