Текст песни Hands on the Radio - The Weeks

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
You used to love the way I sang
I just sit collecting dust now
What more can I say?
Put your hands on the radio oh, oh, oh

You used love the way I stood there
You used praise my frame
But now I'm begging for your touch dear
Well, things just ain't the same

She don't think about me much now
You used to love the way I sang
I just sit collecting dust now
What more can I say?
Put your hands on the radio oh, oh, oh

You 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 oh, oh, oh
Put your hands on the radio