Spanish Radio
Well I get this feeling when I'm driving
Brooklyn, Jersey, Staten Island
I got the radio on low as I cross the Verrazano
Driving slow but short of patience
I turn the dial to the Spanish station
Bachata plays, I don't get a word
But it's the saddest song I ever heard
It goes oooh.
Yeah it goes oooh.
Second thoughts on first encounters
Is it worse to seem dumb or to be a downer?
I pump my brakes as traffic slows all the taillights' blinking Romeo
So I pass the sign for the last gas station in 30 miles
Put on Late Registration, I skip all the skits
I drive slow
You never know
I drive slow
You never know
Well I get this feeling when I'm driving
Brooklyn, Jersey, Staten Island
I got the radio on low as I cross the Verrazano
Driving slow but short of patience
I turn the dial to the Spanish station
Merengue plays, I don't get a word
But it's the saddest song I ever heard
Well can ya tell me what's left of love
When you've had the worst and the best of love
Can ya tell me what's left of love
When you've had the worst and the best of love
Can ya tell me what's left of love
When you've had the worst and the best of love
Can ya tell me what's love?
Oh, I drive slow
Oh, you never know
Brooklyn, Jersey, Staten Island
I got the radio on low as I cross the Verrazano
Driving slow but short of patience
I turn the dial to the Spanish station
Bachata plays, I don't get a word
But it's the saddest song I ever heard
It goes oooh.
Yeah it goes oooh.
Second thoughts on first encounters
Is it worse to seem dumb or to be a downer?
I pump my brakes as traffic slows all the taillights' blinking Romeo
So I pass the sign for the last gas station in 30 miles
Put on Late Registration, I skip all the skits
I drive slow
You never know
I drive slow
You never know
Well I get this feeling when I'm driving
Brooklyn, Jersey, Staten Island
I got the radio on low as I cross the Verrazano
Driving slow but short of patience
I turn the dial to the Spanish station
Merengue plays, I don't get a word
But it's the saddest song I ever heard
Well can ya tell me what's left of love
When you've had the worst and the best of love
Can ya tell me what's left of love
When you've had the worst and the best of love
Can ya tell me what's left of love
When you've had the worst and the best of love
Can ya tell me what's love?
Oh, I drive slow
Oh, you never know
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Writer(s): Michael James Harlen
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