Broken Radio

Traffic lights Turning yellow A kiss and a slap on the roof Traffic lights Turning yellow A kiss and a slap on the roof Traffic lights Turning yellow A kiss and a slap on the roof Traffic lights Turning yellow A kiss and a slap I taught you that superstition Driving downtown With the windows down Late at night Talking over A broken radio And I kiss my fingers And our single headlight Winks out for the last time We talk about The last time it felt right to make out And I'm certain, if I drive into those trees It would make less of a mess Than you've made of me Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh