I like the way you cut your hair
The kind of clothes and shoes you wear
Am I expected not to stare? (as if)

You’ve got that gentle kind of touch
That kind of thing could make a girl blush (is it hot in here or is it just me)
So you’re my crush

Tell my friends 'you’ve gotta meet him'
Pray you’ll call me on the weekend
Crush, you’re my crush
Used to be I’m scared of feeling
But something bout you’s kinda healing
Crush, is it too much?
If you’re my

You said that I’m the kind of girl
Who brings the sun into the room (who says that?)
But when I’m looking up at you
I see the sky, I see light blue

You’ve got my head all in the clouds
Forgot my fear of heights on the ground
So you’re my crush

Tell my friends 'you’ve gotta meet him’
Pray you’ll call me on the weekend
Crush, you’re my crush
Used to be I’m scared of feeling
But something bout you’s kinda healing
Crush, is it too much?
If you’re my crush

Don’t get caught up it’s just a crush
Come on it’s not that serious
Don’t get caught up it’s just a crush
Come on it’s not that serious
Don’t get caught up it’s just a crush
Come on it’s not that serious
Don’t get caught up it’s just a crush
Come on it’s not that serious

I mean you're just a crush...

Tell my friends ‘you’ve gotta meet him’
Pray you’ll call me on the weekend
Crush, you’re my crush
Used to be I’m scared of feeling
But something bout you’s kinda healing
Crush, between us
You’re my crush

Yeah, I’m never gonna tell him