Crushing

You're the wave crushing the shells into sand You're the flame melting sand into glass You're the glass holding the wine You're the wine making me drunk You're the drunk telling me lies You're the lies that come to light You're the light that I turn on I see all of you You see all of me You're so sexy you're not defensive You're the turn on that I can't refuse You're the fuse that detonates my body You're the body that blows my mind You're the mind that stays open You're the opening of a shell You're the shell that has a pearl You're the pearl that's big and swollen with iridescence Because you stuck around You're a priceless kind of guy You're a guy that eats pussy well You're a well of reasons to keep crashing To keep crushing on your shore But I'm still not quite sure I'm still not quite sure But I'm still crushing on your shore I'm still crushing That's for sure That's for sure