Crush

Here's a song I wrote It's about the boy I like He makes me feel shiny Better than a brand new bike I'd like to cut him up And make trousers from his skin So I can put him on And be ever close to him He listens to me sing And he says that I sing well He doesn't think I suck At least as far as I can tell Just like marshmallows On a warm and sunny day His smile can melt my heart I sure hope he isn't gay Don't tell anyone But I think he likes me too If he were to hold my hand I don't know what I would do Now you've heard me sing About the one that I desire Do promise not to tell Or I'll set your house on fire