Listen to the radio
A voice on the early show says
If you hate me after what I said
I can't put
It's a teenage dream to be seventeen
And to find you're
I don't know what it is that makes me love
oh you dream of a silver stallion
riding high on the
We were rippin up
we were rockin up
roll it over and
I phoned the local station
I kinda like the things, they're
The clown came down to meet me
With a smile upon
Keep on dancing
Keep on doin' the jerk
Shake it, shake it
Hey sister poet
dear brother poet too
These tears that words are
Make
Turn the music way down low,
Let me see you in
I believed that love has gone
Have no strength to carry
Money-----Will make you turn your head now.
Money----Will get you into
I get my kicks from rock and roll
A 12 bar
The summer sun sitting high in the sky
And love that's
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