| Cheryl Wright Listen to the radio |
| He wears a Harley Jacket & a kiss me smile. & Through his steel blue eyes... I can see for miles. He digs Big Band Music & the Rolling Stones. But we listen to Country... when we're all alone. Cause... it makes me crazy... it drives me wild. I like my lovin'... country style. Well we listen to the radio flyin' down the highway. Feeling like an outlaws... winds blowin' our way. Setting right beside him... hell bent... & holdin'on. Flippin' throught the stations... looking for a fast song. Singing along with the ones... we love. Listenin' to the radio. Well we stop for gas... but not for long. Because that feel cool radio keeps us movin' on. He... floors that 66 Mustang Ragtop 289. While I blow him kisses... from the passenger side. Cause it makes him crazy... it drives him wild. He likes his lovin'... country style. |
| Well we listen to the radio... flyin' down the highway. Feelin' like outlaws... winds blowin' our way. Settin' right beside him... hell bent... & holdin' on. Flippin' through the stations... lookin' for a fast song. Singin' along with the ones we know. Listenin' to the radio. Listenin' to the radio. I slide on over... when the song slows down. I give him all my love... to throw his arms around. We're so in love... we never touch the ground. Nestlin' to the wind... in the wall of sound. |
| Well we're listenin' to the radio. Flyin' down the highway. Feelin' like outlaws... winds blowin' our way. Settin' right beside him... hell bent... & holdin' on. Flippin' through the stations. Looking for a fast song. Singin' along with the ones we know. Listenin' to the radio. Listenin' to the radio. |
| Well we're listenin'... to the radio. Flyin'... down the highway. Feelin' like outlaws... winds blowin' our way. Settin' right beside him... hell bent... & holdin' on. Flippin' through the stations. Looking for a fast song. Singin' along with the ones we love. Listenin' to the radio. |
 |
 |
| Y |
| Y |
| Y |