The Weeks - Hands on the Radio

Текст песни

She goes crazy for my crackle
Hypnotized by my hum
You used to lie down at my feet girl
And wonder where that voice came from
She don’t think about me much now
Used to love the way I sang
I just sit collecting dust now
What more can I say?
Put your hands on the radio
You used to love the way I stood there
Used to praise my frame
Now I’m begging for your touch dear
Things just ain’t the same
Used to dance around me
Come and light me up
Just twist me baby
She don’t think about me much now
Used to love the way I sang
I just sit collecting dust now
What more can I say?
She don’t think about me much now
Used to love the way I sang
I just sit collecting dust now
What more can I say?
Put your hands on the radio
Put your hands on the radio