[Verse 1]
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 a disturbing oedipal complex
It's not awkward, girl, the compliments are coming next
You're no witch, you're no wench, you're like Björk with better fashion sense
A phone, fifty 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
[Chorus]
I have a total crush on you, baby, and I can't let it go
(I can't let this go) Oh no
I have a total crush on you, (My baby) baby
(Baby) If only I could let you know
[Verse 2]
When we spoke, no joke I started shedding slutty girls
Like snakeskin my collection acquired through shallow misdirection
And as I drive tonight the west coast sky is daring me to try
I feel alive tonight with the possibility that I'm your guy
Though I suffer from dyslexia and mild manorexia
And my hair cannot commit to one popular genre of music
And though they all claim (Ha, they don't know me) that a girl can't take a boy's last name
Or end up divorced and estranged (I'm counting on you)
I'm counting on you (Oh!)
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 a disturbing oedipal complex
It's not awkward, girl, the compliments are coming next
You're no witch, you're no wench, you're like Björk with better fashion sense
A phone, fifty 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
[Chorus]
I have a total crush on you, baby, and I can't let it go
(I can't let this go) Oh no
I have a total crush on you, (My baby) baby
(Baby) If only I could let you know
[Verse 2]
When we spoke, no joke I started shedding slutty girls
Like snakeskin my collection acquired through shallow misdirection
And as I drive tonight the west coast sky is daring me to try
I feel alive tonight with the possibility that I'm your guy
Though I suffer from dyslexia and mild manorexia
And my hair cannot commit to one popular genre of music
And though they all claim (Ha, they don't know me) that a girl can't take a boy's last name
Or end up divorced and estranged (I'm counting on you)
I'm counting on you (Oh!)
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