“I Got a Crush…On Obama” By Obama Girl
From the moment I met you I just knew you’d be mine
You touched my hand
And I knew that this was gonna be our time
I don’t ever wanna lose this feeling
I don’t wanna spend a moment apart
Cruel to the eye
I see the way he makes you smile
Cruel to the eye
Watching him hold what used to be mine
What I got to do to make you love me?
What I got to do to make you care?
What do I do when lightning strikes me?
And I wake to find that you’re not there?
Yeah, yeah, yeah (4x)
I love you
But I gotta stay true
My moral’s got me on my knees
I’m begging please
Stop playing games
Created for St. Patrick’s day, a gritty British take on the Guinness Tipping Point ads… the Tipping Pot
You walked with me
Footprints in the sand
And helped me understand
Where I’m going
You walked with me
When I was all alone
With so much I no along the way
Then I heard you say
I’m through with standin’ in line
To clubs I’ll never get in
It’s like the bottom of the ninth
And I’m never gonna win
This life hasn’t turned out
Quite the way I want it to be
(Tell me what you want)