My feets were flyin' down the street just the other night. When a Hong Kong special pulled up at the light. What was inside man was just c'est magnifique. I wanted to hold the bumper and let her drag me down the street. (Chorus). Ooh ooh I gotta crush on you. Ooh ooh I gotta crush on you. Ooh ooh I gotta crush on you tonight. Sometimes I spot a little stranger standing 'cross the room. My brain takes a vacation just to give my heart more room. For one kiss darling I swear everything I would give. Cause you're a walking talking reason to live. (Chorus). Well now she might be the talk of high society. She's probably got a lousy personality. She might be a heiress to Rockefeller. She might be a waitress or a bank teller. She makes the Venus de Milo look like she's got no style. She make Sheena of the Jungle look meek and mild. I need a quick shot Doc knock me off my feet. Cause I'll be minding my own business walking down the street... watchout!. (Chorus).