Mark Owen - Crush

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

Written by:
ROB HARRIS, MARK OWEN

Publisher:
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