When I was eight years old,
Before puberty took hold,
I thought I'd end up beside a princess bride
And love was indivisible.
Never mind how my taste reflects
It's not awkward girl,
You're no witch,
You're no wench,
You're like Bjork with better fashion sense,
So I phone 50-Cents
And I'm building up my confidence.
Respect to your work,
You're an artist, I'm a silly jerk.
I think that dynamic could work.
So work it.
I have a total crush on you, baby
And I can't let it go, oh no.
I have a total crush on you, baby
Baby, if only I could let you know.
When we spoke, no joke
I started shedding slutty girls like snakeskin,
My collection acquired through shallow misdirection
And as I drive tonight,
West coast sky daring me to try,
I feel alive tonight,
The possibility that I'm your guy.
Though I suffer from dyslexia
And mild manorexia,
And though they all claim
That a girl can't take her boy's last name
Or end up divorced and estranged.
I'm counting on you.
I have a total crush on you, baby
And I can't let it go, oh no.
I have a total crush on you, baby
Baby, if only I could...
Your other suitors are no poets
They're only actors who can play guitar
Have I won your heart?
They're not students or screenwriters
They're only models that they taught to read
Love, would you agree?
I have a total crush on you, baby.
And I can't let it go, oh no
I have a total crush on you, baby
Baby, if only I could...
Quite sure you love me, Sherri
Quite sure I love you too
We'll each should make a verbal agreement
To only kiss each other
Because one time, beneath the sky
Outside my New York pigsty
I saw a vision of you and I
Ha ha!
Did it hurt?
Did it hurt?
Did it hurt when you fell from heaven, girl?
Did it hurt?
Did it hurt?
Did it hurt when you fell from heaven, girl?
La dada dada da da
La dada da da
La dada dada da da
La dada da da
