And I imagine you stopping to put on makeup at the stop sign
The mirror stops the cars in the queue
Your beautiful skirt is a little out of fashion
And I imagine you at dawn waiting for six
With clouds overhead
As you look at your phone and know the answer
You think of the sea, of the stairs
Which you have to do two hundred twice
In high heels including sprains
Think about the flowers, to take care of
To a single heart that seems like a stadium
But now they pass your song
Turn up the radio, the radio, the radio, the radio
Turn up the radio, the radio, the radio, the radio
And I always imagine you dancing like this
While you sing and break your throat
With your cigarette smoking alone
And I swear I really don't know who I would pay
To hide me in your bag
And then whisper that I did it on purpose
When you laugh, when you see
A nice dress that you don't buy later
When you let your hair down
So beautiful that I want to smell them
When you run, when you brake when you feel like you're going in reverse
But now they pass your song
Turn up the radio, the radio, the radio, the radio
Turn up the radio, the radio, the radio, the radio
Turn up the radio, the radio, the radio, the radio
You're always in such a hurry
The road looks like a track
I wrote this song
Turn up the radio, the radio, the radio, the radio
You're always in such a hurry
The road looks like a track
Turn up the radio, the radio, the radio, the radio
I wrote this song
You hear it when it gets dark
Turn up the radio, the radio, the radio, the radio