you're pretty dreamy for a boy from long island
you should come to see me on my western horizon
it seems as though our paths were never meant to meet
but i just look at you and know you're really sweet
i want to set a place for you at my table
we could sit forever watching reruns on cable
i'll take you driving in my brother's beat up car
sharing a cigarette we'll wish upon a star together
so you say you like my shirt/i like your shirt
and you say you've got a lot just like 'em/i've got a lot just like 'em
and i heard you wrote a song about me/la la la la

by definition a crush must hurt
and they do, and they do
just like the one i have on you