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C I've crushed cans, and I've crushed gravel,
F C And I crushed Grandma's leg in the door of a cadillac, (She walked with a limp but she learned her lesson)
C Now I'm crushing on you babe,
F G Like the grainy innards of a store-bought Hacky Sack. (You know how a Hacky Sack has that cshh cshhh in it)
C F I drunk a beverage with crushed ice, and it was nice,
G But not nearly as nice as what one night with you might be like.
F C I'd like to crush you, under the weight of my loooooove,
F G Brushing up against you is like, touching an electric doooooove.
C I've crushed dirt clods with my boots,
F And boxes after I moved,
G But what I wouldn't do for a 30 second convo with you.
C I'd show you my collection of civil war prosthetics,
F And tell you a secret and never regret it,
G Like I've got a subdermal arm that the doctors can't explain. (I think you might regret that)
C F I'd take your hand and place it mine, not the subdermal one but the one outside,
G And then give you a manicure, and grab the other hand, and start the process over again.
F C I'd like to crush you, under the weight of my loooooove,
F G Brushing up against you is like, touching an electric doooooove.
F C I'd like to bulldoze the barriers between your heart and miiiiiine,
F G I'd like to backhoe a ditch but call the gas company ahead of time.
F G And by call the gas company, I mean call you (yeah),
C What's your number?
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