Sitting On Cloud Nine
My friends tell me i'm glowin'. I say " Is the crush really showing?" I can't help but
be happy. This guy has gotten me scrappy. I have a crush and I can't fight it. I like
this guy and my bait, he's biting it. I tell my friends "The pimp in me just died" this
guy has got me sitting on cloud nine. Never had I had such a crush. And with
him all I do is blush. We talk on the phone for hours at a time. It doesn't even
bother me that he's not yet mine. But i'll keep liking him as long a he keeps me
on this cloud. I got a thing for him and I wont hide it. This crush thing, it totally fits.
So as long as I'm on this cloud. I don't want to come down.
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