...for you so listen close...

Hear my thoughts in every no-oh-ote...

Make me your radio, turn me up when you feel low. This melody was meant for 

you, just sing along to my stereo.

...

If I was just another dusty record on the shelf, will you blow me off and play me 

just like everybody else?

If I ask you to scratch my back could you manage that? Furthermore, I apologize 

for any skipping tracks.

It's just the last girl that play me left a couple cracks. I used to, used to, 

used to, used to now I'm over that,

'cuz holding grudges over love is ancient artifacts. If I could only find a note 

to make you understand...

I sing a song and the image grab me by the hands. keep myself inside your head 

like your favorite tune,

and know my heart's a stereo that only plays for you.

...