CRUSH کے بول

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