A boy of eighteen likes to pry
For it gives him this mad rush.
Makes his desperate friends sigh
Hush hush its just a crush.
Ditching a friend for a girl could be a fad
For there are those hanging out with her dad
Well its safe to say ' I wouldn't wanna be the one to push'
Hush hush its just a crush.
All the sane ones end up single
Either broke or rotting in something plush
Without GALS life seems to be a jingle
He now thinks " Phew it was just a crush ".
