It's always out of reach Sex on the radio And love is always out of reach But I never want to stop trying, no And all our secrets go Out the window And all the world knows now They're playing sex on the radio We all live on an idle TV show

Keep it moving, don't stop Just to remind us 'fore we lonesome You can have it anytime you want to hold some You play your cards right, baby I'll be ready to go (I'm ready to) You play your cards right, baby I'll be ready to go (yeah) Now all I need is

Know that he won't break my heart Know that we won't never part Time for us to settle down Want to be with him forever I love you (and all of the things) (Oh baby please)I need you

But I don't know just where to begin The way I've been treated by my so called friends They're the greatest thing in the world Yes, I want to write a letter Yes, I want to write a letter, people Well, I tell you, it's a sin, people Yes, if I got a dollar

I don't want to let you down, I don't want to let you down You amazed right now, you got it made right now I won't let you down, I won't let you down We gotta fuck right now, like it's 4 AM right now We can't be too discrete, niggas going to know right

If I were a boy I think I could understand How it feels to love a girl I swear I'd be a better man I'd listen to her 'Cause I know how it hurts When you lose the one you wanted 'Cause he's taken you for granted And everything you had got destroyed

I got to the show, ayy and I know they want me to rock out I was tryna listen to your problem, marijuana I'mma wipe my jewelry, all my rocks are ready to pop y'all, ayy Fuck the baddest bitch, make 'em tap out Woke up in the spot, two hundred racks out

You want me to give you a testimony about my life And how good he's been to me I don't know what to tell you about him I love him so much with all my heart And my soul, with every bone in my body I love him so much Because he's done so much for me Every

I know it's hard now for you to see You can't change how it was or how it's gonna be I'm what she wants, you're just what she needs And yet she still loves me, she still loves me Where is her sweater? It’s not in her car Is not at her friend’s house,

Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew We hold it down like we 'sposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs After the VMA's my baby momma cussed my ass out I kicked her ass, we back friends like Puffy