| She combs her hair and looks in the mirror
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| He’s sleeping by her, she sleeps along
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| But does she need to make it all clearer
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| Who has she lived for when she gets old
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| Upon request she can, she brings for them
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| Only to spend one evening alone
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| So have it please, but please do me with them
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| But double see my lil' Jezebel Messiah
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| Radio
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| Where her head was is a
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| Radio
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| Where her head was
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| Without a line he looks in her eyes
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| She sees a man with nothing to say
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| It makes her mad when he tells her lies
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| Created truth brings a longer day
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| There’s a
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| Radio
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| Where her head was is a
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| Radio
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| Where her head was
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| It’s alright, she smells nice
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| As she sits there by herself
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| With good times, so snail round
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| She turns her station louder and sings off her troubled past
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| «Yeah, you’re listening to Fire’s Rocker on WRIG, the Big Rig
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| Slappin' your face to Fire’s Rock’n’Roll music! |
| So turn up that
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| Radios cause the Rock doctor’s got the big cure for you!»
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| Without a line he looks in her eyes
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| She sees a man with nothing to say
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| It makes her mad when he tells her lies
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| Created truth brings a longer day
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| Upon request she can, she brings for them
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| Only to spend one evening alone
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| See other pleas, but please do me with them
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| But double see my lil' Jennifer Mesa
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| Radio
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| Where her head was is a
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| Radio
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| Where her head was is a
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| Radio
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| Where her head was is a
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| Radio
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| Where her head was
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| Where her head was
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| Radio
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| Radio
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