| Give me a new single
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| Make me a new baby
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| Gonna eat all the candy while you straddle and lay me
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| Gonna know all the words before you come on top
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| And I sing them back at you while you try to nap
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| While the world riots on, we’re so happy to be listening to our radio
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| Our saviour, oh
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| While the world melts on down we’re so happy to be listening to our radio
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| Now break it on down slow
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| Slave to the radio, slave to the radio, slave to the radio
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| Slave to the radio, slave to the radio, slave to the radio
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| Now don’t you look good sucking American dick
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| You’re so surprised they like you
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| You’re so cute and so quick
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| Singing I’ve got the moves of a tv queen
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| Folk girl hero in a magazine
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| Faking the truth in a new pop song
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| Don’t you wanna sing along
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| Slave to the radio, slave to the radio, slave to the radio
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| Slave to the radio, slave to the radio, slave to the radio
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| Highway blues and gasoline fumes
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| It’s all I seem to make while I’m playing my tunes
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| I know the rules
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| I asked for it too
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| But I just keep on yelling, keep on running, never stopping
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| Do you got the moves?
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| To make it stick, yeah
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| To get the clicks, yeah
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| Technicolor your every move
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| Can you keep 'em coming?
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| Like a machine, yeah
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| Be Your Blue Jean yeah
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| What can we do to get you on the news?
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| Slave to the radio, slave to the radio, slave to the radio
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| Slave to the radio, slave to the radio, slave to the radio
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| Slave to the radio, wait til' they forget you though, slave to the radio
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| Slave to the radio, slave to the radio, slave to the radio |