So nice to kiss
Her permanently mistletoe and dahlia snowdrop lips
Sunday morning
Like Busby Berkeley singing in the rain
I know I'm making sense to you
Just lyin' by the stereo
We've tumbled down like dominoes
And lying face to face oh we just
Talk about the radio
Laughing easy
We'll ride to sultry Mexico or foggy London-town
So new, so true
No need to talk about the way we feel
I know I'm making sense to you
From moonlit days to sunlit nights
From high above the satellites
We laugh at tiny Earth and then just
Talk about the radio
I know that starlit days and sunlit nights
From high above the satellites
We'll laugh at tiny Earth and then we'll talk
Talk about the radio