Radio

If I had a radio

For every time you loved me so

I wouldn't have a radio at all

Now I sit and waste my time

My room as quiet as a mime

And wait for someone glamorous to call

Radio, radio, radio, radio, radio

If I had a ceiling fan

For every time you made a plan

Then told me you had plans and couldn't go

The hurricane would wreck my bed

And leave my shingled roof for dead

And my broken heart would scatter to and fro

Hurricane, hurricane, hurricane, hurricane, hurricane

If I had a leisure suit

One tenth of one percent as cute

As certain parts of aspects of your face

Every single summer day

I'd look so fucking good you'd say

The way I treated you was a disgrace

Fucking good, fucking good, fucking good, fucking good

I wish I had a radio with songs about you