Crush - Mark Owen

If you were the woman,

Crawling over my skin

My eyes are wide open,

Is it any wonder

It’s just evolution

Waiting on the corner

Waiting for the number 9 to come, come

Always feeling the crush

I’m looking for

Feels like a rush of blood

And you’re

Feeding me something,

I’m on the ceiling

Feeling, feeling,

Yeah, yeah, yeah

If you are my karma

Bit of sweet and sour

Feel you put me under

Boyfriend in a coma

Bliss in your pollution

Itching for an answer

Waiting for my sweet divine to come, come

Always feeling the crush

I’m looking for

Feels like a rush of blood

And you’re

Feeding me something,

I’m on the ceiling

Feeling, feeling,

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Feeling the crush

I’m looking for

Feels like a rush of blood

And you’re

Feeding me something

I’m on the ceiling

Feeling, feeling,

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah