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 is 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
And 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 scattered to and fro
Hurricane, hurricane
Hurricane, hurricane
Hurricane
If I had a lesuire suit
1/10 of 1% as cute
As certain parts and aspects of your face
Every single summer day
I’d look so fuckin' good you’d say
'The way I treated you was a disgrace'
Fuckin' good, fuckin' good
Fuckin' good, fuckin' good
I wish I had a radio
This song’s about you