Campsite Dream - Crush Lyrics

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Crush

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What Are The Lyrics For Crush By Campsite Dream?
See you blowin' me a kiss
It doesn't take a scientist To understand what's goin' on baby If you see something in my eye Let's not over analyze Don't go too deep with it baby So let it be What it'll be Don't make a fuss and go crazy over you and me Here's what I'll do I'll play the wuss, not like we have a date with destiny It's just A little crush Not like I faint, every time we touch It's just some little thing Not like every thing I do Depends on you It's raisin' my adrenaline You're banging on a heart of tin Please don't make too much of it baby Say "that we're forever more" That's not what I'm lookin' for All I can commit to is maybe So let it be What it'll be Don't make a fuss and go crazy over you and me Here's what I'll do I'll play the wuss, not like we have a date with destiny It's just A little crush Not like I faint, every time we touch It's just some little thing Not like every thing I do Depends on you Vanilla skies White picket fences in your eyes A vision of you and me It's just A little crush Not like I faint, every time we touch It's just some little thing Not like everything I do Depends on you It's just A little crush It's just a fling away every time we touch It's just |
Who Wrote Crush By Campsite Dream?
Andy Goldmark, Bernadette Cosgrove, Kevin Bruce Clark, Mark Clifford Mueller
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What's The Duration Of The Crush By Campsite Dream?The duration of Crush is 3:32 minutes and seconds. |
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