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Smitten (Crushed)
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Adults never have silly crushes. I wrote this prayer.
bruce mckinney
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Sift one cup folk, one cup R&B, one cup blues, one tablespoon jazz. Mix in spirit of Johnny Cash, Leonard Cohen, and Greg Brown. Add to taste: dry humor, faith against odds, bloody heartbreak. Bake 5o-some years in hard knocks oven. Add spark of Goddess. Serve with acoustic guitar and baritone vocals.
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Charts
Peak #278
Peak in subgenre #80
Author
Bruce McKinney
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Copyright 2004, Bruce McKinney
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June 29, 2010
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MP3 3.0 MB 128 kbps 3:15
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Smitten (Crushed) Not so pretty, not so bright, A little bit married, her signa€™s not right But none of that matters because the seeds have been sewn Crushes are like that, they live on their own. No hope for the wicked, no hope for the good When youa€™re lost in a crush, you couldna€™t fight if you would I try to stand tall; I try to look cool, But ita€™s hopeless, Ia€™m busted, she knows Ia€™m her fool Ia€™m smitten! Crushed! Smitten! Crushed! Smitten! Crushed like a mosquito, my blood on her hand I gave her my power, her wish my command Ia€™m Smitten! What did I say? What did I do? Whya€™d she pick me? What she feels isna€™t true Shea€™s not my type at all, and Ia€™m not hers either Ia€™m not who she thinks, dona€™t crush me beneath her I dona€™t love her at all, I dona€™t even like her Dona€™t flirt with the kitten, it turns into the tiger I wona€™t take advantage; I put up walls to resist her But shea€™s crushed on me like I was crushed on her sister Shea€™s smitten! Crushed! Smitten! Crushed! Smitten! Crushed like a mosquito, her blood on my hand I didna€™t know it was her, it wasna€™t my plan, but shea€™s Smitten! Ia€™m tired of the struggle, Ia€™ve lost one too many Loaned out self respect, sold my heart for a penny I made all the wrong choices, heartbroken heartbreaker So I leave it to you, God, be my matchmaker You know what I need, you know what I cry for Pick the one right for me, and the one that Ia€™m right for Just one perfect match, just once before we die Line us back to back, turn us round eye to eye And smite us! Crush us! Smite us! Crush us! Smite us! Crush us like bugs; mix our blood in your hand Pour it back in our bodies, so that woman and man are Smitten! Crushed! Copyright 2004, Bruce McKinney
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