CRUSH
Babebee
(Yeah)
It was my first time when I smelled roses
You told me you like when I make noises
Takes me a lot to process things
Our first date, now we're a "thing"
Can it be more obvious?
I've got a crush on your soul
Now it's crushing my own
(Crushing my own)
(Crushing my own)
(Own)
1, 2, 3, 4!
(Crush on your soul)
(Crushing my own)
Can it be more obvious?
I've got a crush on your soul
Now it's crushing my own
Printer scanning my heart to send right to you
Pressing down the tape together; hold us like glue
Evidently, my lines trace back to you
My body's a map; you're thumbtacked through
I've got a crush on you
1, 2, 3, 4!
(Crush on your soul)
(Crushing my own)
Can it be more obvious?
I've got a crush on your soul
Now it's crushing my own