You live your life in the songs you hear
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On the rock and roll radio
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And when a young girl doesn't have any friends
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That's a really nice place to go
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Folks hoping you'd turn out cool
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But they had to take you outta school
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You're a little touched you know, Angie Baby
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Lovers appear in your room each night
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And they whirl you across the floor
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But they always seem to fade away
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When your daddy taps on your door
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Angie girl, are you all right
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Tell the radio good-night
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All alone once more, Angie Baby
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Angie Baby, you're a special lady
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Living in a world of make-believe
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Well, maybe
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Stopping at her house is a neighbor boy
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With evil on his mind
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'Cause he's been peeking in Angie's room
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At night through her window blind
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I see your folks have gone away
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Would you dance with me today
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I'll show you how to have a good time, Angie Baby
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When he walks in her room,
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He feels confused like he's walked into a play
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And the music's so loud it spins him around
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'Til his soul has lost its way
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And as she turns the volume down
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He's getting smaller with the sound
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It seems to pull him off the ground
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Toward the radio he's bound never to be found
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The headlines read that a boy disappeared
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and everyone thinks he died
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'Cept a crazy girl with a secret lover
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Who keeps her satisfied
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It's so nice to be insane
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No one asks you to explain
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Radio by your side, Angie Baby
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Angie Baby, you're a special lady
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Living in a world of make-believe
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Well, maybe
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Well, maybe
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Angie Baby
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| Helen Reddy |
