| Tangled in the sheets of a motel bed,
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| Samantha paints her toenails cherry red.
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| And she asks me if she can paint mine too, and I say
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| «Samantha, anything for you.»
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| And through the tinny speakers of an ancient radio
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| The «All Night Love Line"begins another show.
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| And the callers call in, but the thing that’s so strange,
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| It’s all the same story, just the voices that change on
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| «Beau's All Night Radio Love Line,»
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| the show for hearts in despair.
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| If you got somethin' to say to a love that got away,
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| Beau wants to put you on the air."
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| The shadows from the headlights of a passing car
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| Turn Samantha’s smile into file noir,
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| And she says, «Don't get me wrong, about you and me,
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| I just can’t figure out want we’re supposed to be.
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| «Maybe I love you, I don’t know.
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| Maybe I’m afraid of where you want to go.
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| Maybe I’m scared I’ll lose my power to amuse,
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| And I’ll wake up alone in a bed full of blues, just listening to
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| «'Beau's All Night Radio Love Line',
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| the show for hearts in despair.
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| If you got somethin' to say to a love that got away,
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| Beau wants to put you on the air.»
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| And Beau’s really thinkin', «This job hardly pays,»
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| But he can’t figure out how to ask for a raise.
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| Meanwhile back on the «Love Line,"he says,
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| «You're on the air, caller number nine.»
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| Samantha laughs at the two of us here
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| And says, «I got some miles on me, and you’re such a kid, dear.
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| To you I’m just a ride in an old Cadillac,
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| But I keep on prayin' that you’ll keep comin' back.»
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| Is that Samantha cryin'? |
| Or just somebody on
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| «Beau's All Night Radio Love Line.»
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| the show for hearts in despair.
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| If you got somethin' to say to a love that got away,
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| Beau wants to put you on the air.
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| If you got somethin' to say to a love that got away,
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| Beau wants to put you on the air. |