An Ode To Margie’s Radio

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You live your life in the songs you sing,
On your little yellow radio…
And when another girl takes what belongs to you,
You really have no place to go…

But I don’t think that’s very cool…
After all, in my youth I too was a fool,
I got them for you, don’t worry baby…

Monsters appear under your bed each night,
But so do they for the girl…
She stole your radio,
Took your songs and so much more…

Mia maybe, I can make it right,
Tell the radio good-night–
You’re not alone any more, Mia baby…

Mia baby, it’s not you that’s crazy,
Living in a world of make-believe…
Well, Mostly–

Stopping at your house, is the neighbor girl,
Radio in her hand…
She is out to taunt you down,
Till you can’t sleep tonight…

Don’t worry Mia, her fam’s gone away,
I’ll ask her to dance with me you know,
She’s mine you see, she has my radio…

I sing her my favorite tune we dance,
‘Til her soul got it’s last chance….
Yellow sounds abound, she feels confused,
Like she’s has been abused,
My music is so loud she is infused…

And when I turn the volume down,
She’s getting smaller with the sound,
It seems to pull her down to the ground,
Toward the radio she’s bound,
Guess lost is found…

The newspapers read “A radio; In lost and found…”
Soon the next, will come around~

Except for you Mia, who knows how girls who lied,
Keeps me satisfied…

It’s so nice to be insane,
No one asks me to explain,
Radio by our side, Mia baby…