Текст Mark Owen – Crush

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