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?



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