Marshall Crenshaw. Radio Girl. Zeneszám

(m. crenshaw, s. llanas, k. neumann)

Well I don't know what she looks like
I've never seen her face before
But I hear her on my radio
From 1a.m. till 4
She's playing all my favorite records
She tells me all the latest news
I take her into my bed each night
And she rocks away my blues
'cause she's my girl, my radio girl
Well sometimes in the middle of the night
I call her on the telephone
When I hear her voice on the other end
I don't feel all alone
Then I ask her to play that old song for me
This is a man's man's world

She always plays it right away
'cause she's my radio girl
She's my girl, my radio girl
Chorus:
Hey what's that sound
What do you call that sound
I like the stuff you play
And the things you say
Oh come on and gimmie some rock music
Or some r&b or anything you wanna play
Anything you chose
'cause your're my girl
My radio girl