A bubbly, irresistible dance-pop anthem about being hopelessly, hilariously, completely head-over-heels for a guy — the kind of crush where you Google "is it normal to think about someone this much" and screenshot every text for the group chat.
[Intro]
(Bright synth stab — ba-da-da-dum)
(Snappy drum machine kicks in)
Oh-oh, here we go again...
[Verse 1]
I wake up and the first thing on my mind
Is the way you laughed at my joke last night
Not even a good joke, honestly it was bad
But you threw your head back like it's the best you've had
I'm brushing my teeth, I'm smiling at the mirror
And my roommate's like, "Dude, you're being weird here"
I can't help it though, you're stuck on replay
Like a song I heard once and now it won't go away
I check my phone about a hundred thousand times
Waiting for the buzz, praying for the sign
That little typing bubble — oh my God, there it goes
Then it disappears, and my whole world implodes
I'm at the grocery store, I'm standing in the aisle
Holding up organic milk and wearing the dumbest smile
Because you texted "hey" with a period at the end
And I'm already planning how to text you back again
[Pre-Chorus]
My friends all say I've got it bad
They roll their eyes at every screenshot that I add
To the group chat — yeah, I know, I know
But have you seen his smile though?
[Chorus]
Every five minutes, you're crossing my mind
In the morning, in the evening, in the checkout line
Every five minutes, I'm thinking of your face
And that stupid little dimple that I cannot erase
Oh-oh-oh, I got it, got it, got it bad
Oh-oh-oh, the best kind of feeling I've ever had
Every five minutes
Yeah, every five minutes
[Post-Chorus]
(Synth riff — ba-da-da-dum)
Five minutes... five minutes...
[Verse 2]
I'm sitting in a meeting and my boss is talking stocks
But all I see is you in that green shirt and those socks
Yeah, the dinosaur ones — who even wears those things?
Apparently the kind of guy who makes my whole heart sing
I Google "is it normal to think about someone this much"
And the internet says: "bro, you've got a crush"
Like I didn't know already, like I needed the receipt
But fine, I'll take the diagnosis, put it on repeat
Last Tuesday at the coffee shop you touched my hand by accident
I haven't washed that hand since — okay, that's a bit dramatic, but
You get the point, you get the vibe, you get the whole idea
Every time you're near me, everything gets clear-a
That's not a word, I know, my brain is not cooperating
It's too busy building castles and hallucinating
A future where we're lazy on a couch on Sunday nights
And you steal all of the blankets and I pretend to fight
[Pre-Chorus]
My sister says I'm hopeless, gone
She caught me writing poems at 4 a.m. — c'mon
I told her, "This is different, this is real"
She said, "You said that last time" — touché, but still
[Chorus]
Every five minutes, you're crossing my mind
In the morning, in the evening, in the checkout line
Every five minutes, I'm thinking of your face
And that stupid little dimple that I cannot erase
Oh-oh-oh, I got it, got it, got it bad
Oh-oh-oh, the best kind of feeling I've ever had
Every five minutes
Yeah, every five minutes
[Bridge]
(Synths soften, just beat and voice)
And the crazy thing is I don't even know
If you feel the same, if you'd let it grow
But I saw you save my number with a star emoji
And if that's not a sign then someone please correct me
I don't need a billboard, I don't need a guarantee
Just the way you looked at me at the barbecue last week
When you said, "I'm glad you came"
And I almost said, "I'd come to anything if you were there"
But instead I said, "Cool, yeah, the burgers are great"
Smooth operator — clearly I'm a natural at this game
[Final Chorus]
Every five minutes, you're crossing my mind
In the morning, in the evening, every single time
Every five minutes, I'm saying your name
And I hope to God you're playing the exact same game
Oh-oh-oh, I got it, got it, got it bad
Oh-oh-oh, the most ridiculous smile I've ever had
Every five minutes
Yeah, every five minutes
[Final Chorus — Extended]
Every five minutes (every five!)
Every five minutes (on my mind!)
Every five minutes (got it bad!)
Every five minutes, and I don't want it to stop
No, I don't want it to stop
Every five minutes
[Outro]
(Synths thin out, drum machine softens)
(Spoken, playful, slightly breathless)
Okay... it's actually more like every three minutes now
But who's counting?
(Synth stab — ba-da-da-dum)
(Laughs)
(End)