radios talk and I listen to you,
your heart sings for her
and I'll hide in the blue
waves of this sound
which I've heard once before
believe me, I'd die, you'll **** me for sure
radios tell me,
oh, how great of a song,
what a melancholy message
you should take it and run
but I can't, not dear radio,
and he sings in dark red.
but I am so blue, and have a cold head
more innocent woman,
she hides the wild side
he sang of stability,
all right.