Crush

Racing, racing, racing.
My heart was racing.
Across the room, he's spotted.

Young love, a crush,
He's right over there, my crush.
I want him so bad, I love the rush.

Face turning pink as he approaches.
He smiles and waves and runs to hug me!
Scratch that; he runs to that bitch.

It's gone, the rush.
He's gone, my crush.
My heart, not so lush.