I'll Put You On - Bluejuice

There’s a song

For the girl that I can’t fuck

Give me your name and number, baby

After all, you’re bad luck

When it’s morning in New York

And it’s evening in L. A

I know it’s sad you get so lonely, baby

You can’t find the words to say

You can call me up

I’ll put you on

Give me your name and number, baby

I’ll reach your phone

When I’m lying in my room

And your body appearing on my radio

Well I know you saw the future, baby

I’ve got to get it through to you

You can call me up

I’ll put you on

Give me your name and number, baby

I’ll reach your phone

And I know this song for the girl that I can’t fuck

And I know this song, after all, you’re bad luck

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I’ll put you on

I’ll reach your phone

I’ll reach your phone

When I’m staring at my roof

And your body appearing on my radio

When I’m thinking, oh, can you?

Well, I guess that’s the way these things go