Green eyed girl talkin chill on the radio
Voice like silk, red wine and indigo
Quick fox boy, callin in, but no requests tonight
He's so caught up, so in love, mesmerized by her sweet noise
Playin tricks,
"How bout this? How can I take you out sometime?"
"I'll tell you what, a dozen roses, alive and black, on my desk by sunrise."
Gorgeous radio girl, could make any man cry
A tall dark dreamer sleepin in his backseat tonight
She'd never guess, him, an artist
But come morning time,
Twelve black roses on her desk
"For those green eyes."