If you got the time, I'm not a liar
I'll change your mind into the fire
Got a ten foot reach sugar don't preach
Such a Georgia peach
But I still wouldn't eat ya
You got the style
It's been a while
Don't you put me on trial
Time's a wasting
You got the time, don't be a liar
Gonna change your mind
C'mon and set it on fire
Oh oh oh oh
It isn't static
It isn't black or white
Ooooo
I'm a radio
Ooooo
A split'screen Romeo
Ooooo
I'm a TV, you can turn me
C'mon and turn me on
C'mon and turn me on
Saturday night it's so uptight
I watch your chemical spill
Under the black light
Turn me down, hush no sound
It is a sticky situation
Don't turn around, turn around
You stop and you stare
It isn't fair, I don't care
You break a sneaky swear
Saturday night it's not quite right
I need your chemical spill
Burning in the black light
Oh oh oh oh
It isn't static
It isn't black or white
Ooooo
I'm a radio
Ooooo
A split'screen Romeo
Ooooo
I'm a TV, you can turn me
C'mon and turn me on
C'mon and turn me on
Saturday night it's not quite right
I need your chemical spill
Burning in the black light
Oh oh oh oh
It isn't static
It isn't black or white
Ooooo
I'm a radio
Ooooo
A split'screen Romeo
Ooooo
I'm a TV, you can turn me
C'mon and turn me
C'mon and turn me o o o on
Cmon and turn me on
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