Hands on the Radio - The Weeks

She goes crazy for my crackle

Hypnotized by my hum

You used to lie down at my feet girl

And wonder where that voice came from

She don’t think about me much now

Used to love the way I sang

I just sit collecting dust now

What more can I say?

Put your hands on the radio

You used to love the way I stood there

Used to praise my frame

Now I’m begging for your touch dear

Things just ain’t the same

Used to dance around me

Come and light me up

Just twist me baby

She don’t think about me much now

Used to love the way I sang

I just sit collecting dust now

What more can I say?

She don’t think about me much now

Used to love the way I sang

I just sit collecting dust now

What more can I say?

Put your hands on the radio

Put your hands on the radio