Well there's somethin' on your radio. Comin' in like last call. Beatin' on my bedroom wall. Big beat for y'all. Yeah yeah yeah. . She's burning like a flame thrower.
She walked in all dressed in roses. Italian shades and a book of poets. Words spilled out and filled the room. Like candy. . We were wild with nothin' to lose.
I've got ways. To make you crazy. I've got too much. Too much time to waste. Sometimes at night I just say your name. And I hope you'll appear. Can you hear what I'm sayin'.