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[sandundershoes]

if you're drivin' into town
with a dark cloud above you
dial in the number
who's bound to love you

oh honey, you turn me on
i'm a radio
i'm a country station
i'm a little bit corny
i'm a wildwood flower
waving for you,
broadcasting tower
waving for you

and i'm you out
this signal here
i hope you can pick it up
loud and clear
i know you don't like weak women
you get bored so quick
and you don't like strong women
'cause they're hip to your tricks

it's been dirty for dirty
down the line
but you know
i come when you whistle,
when you're loving and kind

but if you've got too many doubts
if there's no good reception for me
then tune me out, 'cause honey
who needs the static
it hurts the head
and you wind up cracking,
and the day goes dismal

from "breakfast barney"
to the sign-off prayer
what a sorry face you get to wear
i'm gonna tell you again now
if you're still listening there

if you're drivin' into down
with a dark cloud above you
dial in the number
who's bound to love you

if you're lying on the beach
with the transistor going
kick of the sandflies, honey
the love's still flowing
if your head says forget it
but your heart's still smoking
call me at the station
the lines are open