Crush Lyrics - In Your Own Time - Mark Owen

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