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CRUSHED
Laura Sandage 2003

I have a crush
My mind turns to mush
When his eyes flash
I see his lush eyelashes
It's a rush
Does he see me blush?
I start to gush
I'm speaking gibberish
I really wish
I weren't so babyish
A sudden hush
Did our hands just brush?
I think they did I touched his pinky
It's so cute and pink and dinky
It's a crush

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Mmmm, I'm crushed
Oh-oh-oh, crushed

I've got the hots
I'd let him call the shots
I'd bear his tots
And change my feminist spots
Ooh, my culottes
Are twisting up in knots
So are my guts
These are familiar ruts
I'd live in huts
And hunt with crude slingshots
Forget the yachts
His smile's a hundred watts
I'll take whatever I can get
He doesn't know my name just yet
I've got the hots

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I try not to be pushy
Or too obviously gushy
Is he noticing my tushy
In my tightest, hottest pants?
My mental disk is crashing
And my thoughts just keep rehashing
All the ways he looks so dashing
Even though I have no chance
You see I'm very married
And the children I have carried
Cling to me and I am harried
By their constant wants and needs
Hardly got time for toothbrushes
Much less overzealous crushes
I drink Target snack bar slushes
When I'm craving naughty deeds

I am awash
In soft-core fantasy slush
My mind's a swash
From the lusty paintbrush
Of Hieronymous Bosch
I think I'm feverish
I feel a squish
Just sat on licorice
It's really smushed
Into my couch cushion plush
It will not wash
Now it will never look posh
It's the black mark of my obsession
And my sticky indiscretion
It's a crush

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