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If you're driving into town with a dark cloud above you |
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Dial in the number who's bound to love you |
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Oh honey you turn me on, I'm a radio |
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I'm a country station, I'm a little bit corny |
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I'm a wide open flower, waiting for you |
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I'm a broadcasting tower waving for you |
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And I'm sending you out this signal here |
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I hope you can pick it up loud and clear |
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I know you don't like weak women you get bored so quick |
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And you don't like strong women 'cause they're hip to your tricks |
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It's been dirty for dirty down the line |
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But you know I come when you whistle |
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And you're loving and kind |
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If you've got too many doubts |
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If there's no good reception for me then tune me out |
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'Cause honey who needs the static it hurts the head |
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And you wind up cracking and the day goes dismal |
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From breakfast Barney to the sign-off prayer |
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What a sorry face you get to wear |
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I'm going to tell you again now if you're still listening there |
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If you're driving into town with a dark cloud above you |
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Dial in the number who's bound to love you |
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If you're lying on the beach with the transistor going |
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Kick off the sand flies honey the love's still flowing |
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If your head says forget it but your heart's still smoking |
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Call me at the station the lines are open |
